You wanna play with The Big Kid..?
You know, I -- I should’ve been Your Father.
I mean, I could’ve been.
PETER VENKMAN:
You know, you'd have been better off marrying me.
He held the miniature snow globe upright.
DANA BARRETT:
You never asked.
And whenever I brought it up,
you'd get drowsy and fall asleep.
Peter placed the globe back on the shelf and walked away.
PETER VENKMAN:
You never got it, Dana — I'm a man. I'm sensitive.
I need to feel loved. I need to be desired.
Dana placed her left hand on his shoulder.
DANA BARRETT:
It was when you started introducing me
as the old ball and chain. That's when I left.
Peter grimaced.
EGON SPENGLER:
Venkman, could you get
a stool specimen, please?
PETER VENKMAN:
Business or personal?
Peter smiled down at Oscar.
PETER VENKMAN:
You wanna play with The Big Kid..?
You know, I --
I should’ve been Your Father.
I mean, I could’ve been.
Peter shook Oscar's hand.
PETER VENKMAN:
I understand.
Peter picked Oscar up and started singing "Dixie."
Oscar bit him softly on the nose.
PETER VENKMAN:
Help, he's gone completely berserk! Help!
Peter's voice returned to normal once he saw Dana.
PETER VENKMAN:
He had, uh, he had some sort
of a clear liquid
coming out of his mouth, too.
DANA BARRETT:
Yes, well, that happens.
Well, what do you think?
PETER VENKMAN:
Well, he's ugly.
I mean, he's not Elephant Man ugly,
but — he's not attractive.
Was his father ugly?
DANA BARRETT:
Don't listen.
PETER VENKMAN:
And he stinks.
You're ripe, señorr!
Oscar giggled.
PETER VENKMAN:
Did his father stink? Yeah.
Daddy was a smelly? Huh?
What's your name?
DANA BARRETT:
His name is Oscar.
PETER VENKMAN:
Oh! Named after a hot dog.
You poor man. You poor, poor man.
DANA BARRETT:
Oh, but seriously - there's--
There's nothing unusual about him, is there?
PETER VENKMAN:
Well, I don't have
a lot of experience with babies.
But you're excited now,
because Mama's here
to get you a stool sample.
Right, Mama?
DANA BARRETT:
Stool sample?
PETER VENKMAN:
Yeah.
They laid Oscar down on the table.
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