[Venkman, meanwhile, goes to return to his side of the table, then pauses. He grabs a fork and spears some of Egon's dissected cake on it, and sits back down to eat his stolen prize.]

It was one of those weird lulls, you know? Where there's weeks of no calls, no spectral activity- like all the ghosts in New York have up and left. Most of our calls were just Class II's at best. And we were broke. So Ray and the other you, designed some ghost trap variants that contained humans, instead.

Come to think of it, I'm amazed we didn't get arrested during that time. Guess that was before that Frump guy got hired.