C'mon, a world without Slimer is a godsend and you know it. 'Cept Ray went and gave me a little bastard made of toxic sludge named after him...

[He squeezes his hand back, but rolls his eyes good-naturedly.]

There's at least a couple dozen Pokemon that've tried to beat the hell out of me, and most of 'em are owned by me, Ray, or Egon. About time you showed up and brought another one to the table.

... Man, you're gonna have to go through a lot of introductions. And you have a lot of catching up to do- I think the three of us have almost thirty per person.

[Venkman and Ray have thirty each, Egon trails behind at twenty-five.]