Amy: We can’t stay here. I’m not going back up there. James, go get our stuff and tell Ann we’re leaving.

James: I don’t want to go back up there either. Let’s just sit here for a minute.

Amy: We can’t sit here all night. Who knows, it might come downstairs after us.

James: Not all night, didn’t say all night. I said "for a minute." In a minute, maybe it will go away.

Amy: Like where James? Where exactly do ghosts go when they’ve scared the shit out of people? In the movies I’ve seen, they keep it up until people clear out. Well, I’m ready to go. I don’t need to be pushed.

James: Easy. Just a minute.

Ann: Amy? James? What’s going on? It’s past midnight.

James: Yeah. Sorry to have woken you. Couldn’t sleep.

Ann: Is there something I can do? Can I get you another blanket or a drink or something?

Amy: What about Dan Akroyd or Bill Murray? Hell, I’d take Ernie Hudson at this point.

Ann: Who?

Amy: I hate to tell you this Ann, but your house is haunted.

Ann: What?

Amy: We saw it, Ann. He was old and wrinkly and he just appeared in our bedroom. Tell her, James.

James: I didn’t see anyone old and wrinkly. I saw a lady, a white lady with lots of layers of dress on. She stared right at me. Just stood there, looking.

Ann: Have you guys been drinking?

Amy: No! I’m completely sober. I don’t know what James is babbling about, but I saw some translucent old dude coming at me, floating across the room. I’m not going back up there. We’re leaving.

Ann: Hold on, where are you going to go at 2:30 in the morning?

Amy: I don’t care. I’ll go sit in the car. I’m not staying.

James: How about the Hermitage? Frank seems like a nice guy.

Ann: I’ve lived here for six months and never seen a ghost, wrinkly or otherwise. I think you’re overreacting.

Amy: Well, I think you’re blind. You didn’t know about the pot, you didn’t know why Emma was pissed off at Frank. Let’s not even get in to the whole Simon thing. For all I know, you’ve had a whole cemetery full of goblins waltzing through the ballroom.

Ann: Hey, don’t get bitchy with me. I was only trying to help.

Amy: Yeah, yeah. Do you have any friends you could call? I’m worried about the baby.

Ann: He’s going to think I’m nuts, but the only one I could even consider calling at this hour is Chester.

Amy: Call him. Call him now.

Ann: Okay, okay. I’ll be back in a minute.

James: How about getting a few things from the room? Okay, no problem. We can come back in the morning.

Ann: Hang on. I’ll be right back.