[Hey Egon. Having a good time? A good day? Examining some samples in petri dishes or whatever? Cool. That's great.
Quick question, do you mind having Venkman slam open the door and lean his back against the doorframe, singing into what looks like a conch shell he picked up at the Cianwood beach?
No? You don't want that at all? Too bad. It's happening.]
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Quick question, do you mind having Venkman slam open the door and lean his back against the doorframe, singing into what looks like a conch shell he picked up at the Cianwood beach?
No? You don't want that at all? Too bad. It's happening.]
It's poetry in motion
He turned his tender eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony...