Janine is handling a steady barrage of phone calls, switching from one line to the other. WINSTON ZEDDEMORE, a large, impressive-looking black man sits across from her filling out a job application.
(answering a call)
|GHOSTBUSTERS -- please hold.|
|Good afternoon, GHOSTBUSTERS -- please hold.|
|Yes, can I help you?|
|Yes ... yes, Is it just a mist or does it have arms and legs ...? Uh-huh ... Well, the soonest we could possibly get to you would be a week from Friday ... I'm sorry, but we're completely booked until then ... Uh-huh ... Well, all I can suggest is that you stay out of your house until we can get to you. Thank you.|
She hangs up.