[Egon has to grip Venkman's shoulder for a moment, his mind swimming with disjointed images and memories and--]

I feel like my brain's been pushed through a food processor and strained through a cheesecloth. Can't you stop her from doing that?

[Kölliker turns to Sigourney and mentally nudges her to slow down. Dads' brains are fragile. Not like them! Their brains are strong. It makes them sad when Kölliker yells too much, so she should probably be more quiet or slow.]

That's ridiculous. Two human beings without any genes for blue eyes cannot produce an offspring with blue eyes, unless they carry recessive genes for the trait. This is basic biology. And neither of my parents had blonde hair, either. [He shakes his head.] This points to evidence that our dimensional counterparts are completely different people on a biological level--but if that were the case, why would our names be the same? Are none of the people throughout the multiverse not unique, but are just a roll of the dice for different sets of genome patterns--

[He starts muttering, running a hand through his hair as he stares down at the ground.]