"So Karen, tell me," said Dr. Venkman, appearing behind his assistant, "this tall redhead you used to work for ... did she also have horns and a tail?" He grabbed the flask and tried to yank it out of Karen's hands, but she held it tight. They tugged it back and forth for a second. "Would-you-give-me-that..." Venkman muttered between his teeth. Finally he let go and sighed.
He spoke to her in hushed tones so as not to attract further attention. "Sweetheart, I'm sure there's a very good reason you want to give a child hard liquor," he said with obvious sarcasm, "but where I come from, it's kind of a no-no."