If we don’t let scientists bring their families, we’ll never get the best.
A man thinks up a number, divides it by a trillion, plugs it into the square root of the circumference of the Earth multiplied by the speed of a splitting atom, and voilà, progress. I’m not a scientist. You are.
Your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, that they didn’t stop to think if they should.[to John]
What kind of scientist was Grandpa?[Phoebe Spengler]The kind that repels loved ones.[Callie Spengler]
Are you, Alice, menstruating right now?[Peter Venkman]What has that got to do with it?[Library Administrator]Back off, man. I’m a scientist.[Peter Venkman]