"Egon Spengler: The readings are as big as those at the library when we crossed over. I think it's safe to assume that the machine they're working on was not built for a benign purpose. It's an orrery; a device typically used for predicting planetary alignment. In this case it appears to actually be aligning dimensions."

"Winston Zeddemore: I for one do not want the dimensions to align. Not this close to Christmas."

"Winston Zeddemore: How do we shut that thing down?"

"Egon Spengler: The motion of those devices seems to be generating some sort of energy. Hart to tell, though."

"Winston Zeddemore: That beats our usual odds."

"Egon Spengler: Unfortunately, you're correct. Let's do it."

"Egon Spengler: Wait. Those planets are aligning. I'm not so sure this is the safest course of action. I think we found the source of the black slime, Winston."

"Winston Zeddemore: I wasn't that curious! The whole room's filling up! Get to higher ground!"

"Ray Stantz: (heard from Rookie's communicator) Way to go! I feel a momentum swing here in our favor, get out there and find mandala node and shut it down. That should really piss someone off."

"Winston Zeddemore: Shh! I think I hear him!"

"Peter Venkman: (off-screen) Help! Yo, a little help!"

"Peter Venkman: (off-screen) Did somebody call a break?"

"Peter Venkman: Hey. I got places to go, people to meet. Can we move outta here?"

"Egon Spengler: I'm trying, Winston."

"Winston Zeddemore: Stay in the light, Egon."

"Winston Zeddemore: Should we try to find Peter, or...?"

"Winston Zeddemore: Well, you know..."

"Egon Spengler: (heard from Rookie's communicator) I think I hear you guys. Yes, that sounds like my equipment. You are getting close. Get me out of this thing. I don't want to be eaten by black slime."

"Egon Spengler: Have you looked for him?"

"Egon Spengler: They probably stashed him around here somewhere."

"Winston Zeddemore: What are they doing?"

"Peter Venkman: Smells like the Fulton fish market when they've got fish. Wait, I know that dumpster."

"Peter Venkman: Hey, where'd the caddy go? Yo! Cool-breeze! Come on out!"

"Peter Venkman: This is gravy."

"Egon Spengler: Peter Behind you!"

"Winston Zeddemore: What? People still worshipping? Even after they're dead? That's a powerful church, man."

"Egon Spengler: No. Not really. It's beautiful, in a horrific way."

"Egon Spengler: That might explain how these structures are still standing!"

"Winston Zeddemore: (heard from Rookie's communicator) No! Get back! Take your imaginary hands off me, man!"

"Peter Venkman: You don't really believe this happened by accident?"

"Winston Zeddemore: Some coincidence, huh?"

"Winston Zeddemore: No. Someone must have known and set this up."

"Egon Spengler: The supports are waterlogged, the mortar is decrepit, and the foundation is shattered. In purely physical terms, there's no way all this can be still standing."

"Winston Zeddemore: You sound like you look surprised."

"Ray Stantz: (heard from Rookie's communicator) You can't deny the pure genius of Shandor, it's a pity that it was all used for evil. If he would have just channeled some of it for good, the things could have done."

"Egon Spengler: Posthumous Black Mass."

"Ray Stantz: (heard from Egon's communicator) Oh, yeah! Ethereal stability induced by sheer focused concentration of posthumous will! Unbelievable!"

"Winston Zeddemore: Yeah, right. Unbelievable. is that you can still use that word in context."

"Winston Zeddemore: It is officially time for us to go. (Whistles) Check this joint!"

"Egon Spengler: Unless my sensory array is malfunctioning, that is definitely the place we're looking for."

"Ray Stantz: (heard from Rookie's communicator) Okay you need to get to the others so they can help you, please be careful we don't know what we are dealing with yet, but it sounds big and when big things attack it hurts."

"Winston Zeddemore: (heard from Rookie's communicator) Hey, Rook! I'm trapped in a dark place. Can barely move my arms. Can you find me? I think you're getting closer to me, the sounds are getting louder. You know, I always did like you more than the others did. Keep looking, man. I've got to be around somewhere in here! Hey! In here! Give me a hand! Hey, thanks, man! I was seriously cramping up in there. This is all looking familiar. Ray would be giggling right now. This must be where all the mood slime came from. Look! They must've pumped it straight into the sewers from here. Let's go find Egon... then we'll think about finding Peter. Shandor's cult was working some scary experiments in here. There's blue slime, pink slime, yellow slime. But every ghost in here is coated' with black slime. What's generating it all? Where's it all coming from? Being dead for 80 years sure hasn't improved these guys' disposition any. I'm not sure which one of you shoved me in that crate, but you all owe me a big apology! You picked the wrong side, ghost. Shandor isn't here to help you now, is he?! This is the kind of stuff that really shows well on your review. I think you are really turning some heads back at headquarters. Man, what are these spooks up to in here? I get the whole Mandala-immortality-and power thing, but what's up with all the slime science?"

"Winston Zeddemore: Egon, hang on, we are almost to you!"

"Egon Spengler: Thank you. This is going to reflect well on your performance review. In most cases I find close proximity to mildew simulating. That was a little much, though. Have you seen Venkman?"

"Egon Spengler: The meter seems to indicate that he's somewhere in this direction. This machinery indicates an astounding level of sophistication. Pure evil notwithstanding. Ivo Shandor was far ahead of his time. You know, I have to take my hat off to Shandor. This lab was built how many years ago? It's truly impressive. It's likely Shandor was THE parapsychology expert of his time."

"Egon Spengler: This is all making sense. Ilyssa must have inadvertently triggered the Mandala because she has Shandor blood."