For whatever reasons, Ray, call it... fate, call it luck, call it karma, I believe everything happens for a reason. I believe that we were destined to get thrown outta this dump.

For what purpose?

To go into business for ourselves. [Takes a swig of schnapps]

This ecto-containment unit that Spengler and I talked about is going to take a load of bread to capitalize. Where are we going to get the money?

[Takes another swig]

I don't know, Ray. I don't know.