Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire

Hah! Hah! -

- Hah! Hah! -

Hah!

- Hah! Hah! -

[PEOPLE SCREAMING IN OTHER ROOM]

It's freezing.

[GROUP CHANTING IN ANCIENT LANGUAGE OVER SPEAKER]

[GROUP CHANTING IN ANCIENT LANGUAGE OVER SPEAKER]

[CHANTING CONTINUES OVER SPEAKER]

[CHANTING CONTINUES OVER SPEAKER]

[CHANTING CONTINUES OVER SPEAKER]

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- Nah, that doesn't sound good. -

- Bike, bike, bike, bike! Whoa! -

So, a photon is checking into a hotel.

Can we not do jokes right now, please?

I feel like I'm gonna puke.

- Whoa!

Red light! Red light! -

The bellhop asks,

"Do you need help with your luggage?"

To which the photon responds, "No, thanks.

I'm traveling light."

- - Wow.

Hey, can we get some air going back here? It's like a furnace.

- No air.

Also no power.

Trev, we need power!

Can you not talk to me like that, please?

- I'm 18 now. I'm an adult. Oh, come on.

- We're on a job, buddy. - I'm not getting paid.

- Are you getting paid? Cool. - No.

Does anyone else feel exploited?

We're all being paid--

- with memories. -

- Ow! -

- Oh, you're fine. Oh.

Actually, guys, I'm fine. Mom says I'm fine. Welcome.

Oh!

Wonderful news from the back seat. The windows are stuck.

I can open a door.

- No, no, no. No! - No, Pheebs, no. We said!

Not during rush hour. No gunner seat.

- -

Ugh. Gross.

It's the Hell's Kitchen Sewer Dragon.

Hold on to your ass!

- I'm going out. - Phoebe.

- What, Callie? - I'm Mom. You call me Mom.

Call me Gary, or whatever you want.

- I-I don't care. - We're gonna lose him.

Phoebe Spengler, you stay inside this car.

I have a ghost to bust.

All right. That was cool.

- Gary, come on. - No, I know. I'm sorry.

It's just, the way she said it, it sounded cool.

Get back in here!

I can't hear you over the nuclear accelerator.

- -

Whoa!

- Drop it! Okay. Maybe a "please."

- - I'm sweating bullets.

In pursuit.

Nah.

They got it.

These roads are screwed.

- Try driving a ten-ton hearse. - I have.

And if you give me the keys,

- then maybe we... - Not now, Trevor.

Now! Trevor!

Pop it, Trev!

- I'm out of range. - On it.

Good luck, Mom.

- Come on. -

- Later, gator. -

Got it!

- You got it? - Yeah! Got it!

- Yes! - Yes! Yes!

- - Whoo!

Phoebe!

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- -

- -

- Everyone okay? - Oh, God.

Who puts bikes there?

- -

The city ground to a halt today

as a high-speed ghost chase tore up

portions of Lower Manhattan.

Honestly, looking at this,

I'm surprised nobody got killed.

We haven't seen the Ghostbusters

cause this much damage since

the Statue of Liberty debacle of 1989.

Last year, descendants of

original Ghostbusters founder Egon Spengler

were handed the keys to the derelict firehouse,

bankrolled by philanthropist

and former Ghostbuster Winston Zeddemore.

And though it's been decades since New Yorkers cheered...

Break out the new equipment!

The Nutrona Blaster charged!

...today's question isn't, "Who you gonna call?"

It's, "Who's gonna pay for this mess?"

Three lampposts, two parked Priuses,

an entire fleet of rental bikes.

That is a lot of damage.

Yeah, but you can't have a Sewer Dragon

flying around SoHo like it's Middle-earth.

You have someone hanging out the side of a moving vehicle,

firing a laser gun indiscriminately...

Laser gun? What? That's a proton pack.

It's a weapon.

A weapon of science.

It's completely safe.

It's not completely safe.

It's a portable proton accelerator.

How old are you?

I'm 18. I'm an adult.

I'm not talking to you. Her.

- Fifteen. - A minor.

We don't let kids become cops,

we don't let them fight fires,

and we certainly don't let them become Ghostbusters.

- Uh, Mister-Mister... - Sir.

I-I'm sorry. Uh, Mr. Mayor, m-may I approach the bench?

Do you see a robe? I am not a judge.

Gary.

Uh, look, uh, y-you don't know Phoebe Spengler like-like I do.

I mean, she is something else, this kid.

Honestly, she's more focused, more accomplished,

more capable than just about any other adult I know.

And what exactly is your relationship to this minor?

Are you her parent?

I mean...

Labels. No, I'm her step-teacher.

Mr. Grooberson, you are not her father.

You are her employer.

No, uh, we don't pay her.

Sounds like we can add child labor

- to our list of violations. - Uh...

- Gary. Yeah.

Maybe she can become a junior Ghostbuster,

hand out stickers or something.

As for the rest of you,

I am personally holding you responsible,

and I won't stop until that firehouse you call a home

is a pile of bricks.

Mom?

The ceiling's leaking again.

Sounds like a fun mystery for a boy detective.

Yeah, the mystery of the black mold.

Super fun mystery, and you're gone.

- Awesome. Awesome. -

- Flight suit. It's not fair.

Maybe you can spend the next few years being an actual teenager.

Yeah, well, if this was the 18th century,

then I'd already be a part of the workforce

and I'd have four kids.

Aw. So I'd be a grandmother.

No, you would be dead.

So sweet. A ghost grandma.

- Ooh, tacos. - Ooh.

Hey, look what I found for movie night.

Is that family friendly?