- Winston Zeddemore: What was that?
- Ray Stantz: The werechicken that bit Egon. It's still out there somewhere.
- Peter Venkman: Let's stop that thing before it makes drumsticks out of anyone else. Uh, no offense, Egon.
- Peter Venkman: [piloting Ecto-2] All quiet on the chicken front. How 'bout down there?
- Ray Stantz: [riding in Ecto-1's passenger seat] Not a peep.
- Winston Zeddemore: [driving Ecto-1] No pun intended.
- Winston Zeddemore: Let's get it back to headquarters and run some tests. Then maybe we'll have some answers.
- Ray Stantz: Oh, no, I'm not leaving. The werechicken that layed this egg has got to be around here some place.
- Peter Venkman: So, how are we gonna put that big bird on ice, guys?
- Ray Stantz: Peter, that's not a bad idea. Chicken freezes at very low temperatures.
- Winston Zeddemore: Yeah, but how do you freeze a fifty foot chicken in August?
- Peter Venkman, Ray Stantz, Winston Zeddemore: Egon's weather balloon!
- Peter Venkman: [Peter singing in the shower when suddenly Slimer pours out of the faucet above and onto his head] Slimer! How about some privacy!