[ghostly moaning]
-Shut up!
[doorbell rings]
-(Ian and Anthony) Trick or treat!
-Are you a real Ghostbuster?
-Well... not really.
-I have a ghost in my house; I need it gone.
I will pay anything.
-Hell yeah, we're real Ghostbusters.
-So where's this ghost?
Die, ghost, die!
-[making shooting noises]
Aw man, she's such an idiot. [laughs]
[makes shooting noises]
-[grunts, urn shatters]
Okay, the ghost is dead.
-Oh, thank God.
[gasps] My husband's ashes?
-The ghost did it.
-Money, money, money
[microwave beeps] -I'll get it.
-Mm, I'm rich, I'm rich.
-Ooh! Hey, where are the scissors?
Oh, here they are.
-[shrieks] -What?
[crunch!]
-[groans]
-S--t.
-What the hell's going on?
-Um... I guess I killed you.
-Oh, thanks a lot, douche.
-Well, on the bright side,
we did make a butt-ton of money from that lady.
-What do you mean, "we"?
-Oh, dude, I just got an awesome idea.
Maybe we should--
-Haunt people so we can charge 'em a bunch of money
to get rid of me so we can get super rich?
-Ghosts can read minds?
-No, your ideas are always this unoriginal and half-baked.
-[scoffs] Well, you know what?
I wasn't thinking of going with that idea anyway.
I was thinking that we should just--
-Haunt people and, while they're distracted,
just steal their money?
-Stop it! Yes, let's just do that.
-Sweet, high five!
-Whoa! [groans] Ow!
All right, Old Man Blumpkin's house.
-Yeah, but be easy on the old guy, okay?
You know he's got that heart condition.
[gun cocks] -What are you two turds doing in my house?
-Old Man Blumpkin?
-How can you see us?
Only ghosts can see other ghosts.
-Duh, a--hole. I just died.
-Ohh.
-Wait, what did you just say?
-Ohh.
-No, the thing before that.
-Only ghosts can see other ghosts?
-But then...
that means...
-You don't remember... do you?
Last week, when you were driving...
-No.
-There was an accident.
[horn honks] -Ah!
No... no!
-You don't believe me?
Think, Ian. Think about earlier today.
-I have a ghost in my house; I need it gone.
-Hell yeah, we're real Ghostbusters.
-So where's the ghost?
-Aw man, she's such an idiot. [laughs]
[makes shooting noises]
-Hey, where are the scissors?
Oh, here they are.
-[shrieks]
-No... no...
No.
[gasps]
So that means...
that I'm actually...
Mexican?
-(announcer) Double Facepalm'd!
[Mexican Hat Dance playing]
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