Dana:
[steps out of the bathroom, wet, wearing only a towel]
So, what happened with my apartment?
Peter Venkman:
Well, the guys spent the whole night there. They went through all your things, your personal stuff. They tried on some of your clothes. Made some personal phone calls. Cleaned out the fridge.
Dana:
Did they find anything?
Peter Venkman:
They found a little bit of that pink slime.
Dana:
Oh, God. Well, what am I supposed to do now?
Peter Venkman:
*You* are supposed to get dressed and get crazy with me on the streets of Manhattan tonight. Let's go.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:15