Elaine: As I told my husband, it was in the Paramus Holiday Inn. I was having a drink at the bar, alone, and this alien approached me. He started talking to me. He bought me a drink, and then I think he must have used some kind of a ray or a mind-control device, because he forced me to follow him to his room. And that's where he told me about the end of the world.
Peter Venkman: So your alien had a room at the Holiday Inn in Paramus?
Elaine: It might have been a room on the spacecraft made up to look like a room at the Holiday Inn. I can't be sure about that, Peter.
Peter Venkman: Of course not - and that is the whole problem with aliens. You just can't trust them. occasionally you meet a nice one - Starman, E.T. - but usually they turn out to be some kind of big lizard!
