Ghost Whisperer2005

Scott the Ghost:
[Melinda walks through the Hall of Records when the Archivist appears behind her, scaring her, then she sees Scott the Ghost] Hi, what can I do for you?

Melinda Gordon:
I was just looking for some information about something.

Archivist:
Information on what? I go on lunch in five minutes.

Scott the Ghost:
Yeah, he's always like that. Don't let him intimidate you. [Archivist walks through Scott]

Melinda Gordon:
It's actually about something that happened 25 years ago.

Archivist:
And?

Melinda Gordon:
And I was told to come here.

Archivist:
Look, this isn't a library. We're still trying to get things computerized. Put your request in writing, give me two to three weeks, I'll see what I can do.

Scott the Ghost:
Unbelievable, this guy's just the laziest son of a b*tch on the planet. I mean if I were still working here...

Melinda Gordon:
[Melinda coughs to Scott] You're not. Um, this is actually a specific event, like 1982. I can go and find it if...

Archivist:
[Archivist hands her a piece of paper] Name, address, dates you're looking for, phone number, see you in two to three weeks.

Scott the Ghost:
[Scott the Ghost is mimicking the Archivist behind Melinda] Yeah.

Melinda Gordon:
Right. [Melinda turns to leave, but then hides from the Archivist]

Scott the Ghost:
I knew I liked you. He's going to lunch [Archivist walks past Melinda to leave]

Melinda Gordon:
You have to help me find something.

Scott the Ghost:
Yeah, well good luck finding anything in this place.

Melinda Gordon:
Why is it such a mess?

Scott the Ghost:
It's not like they don't try, even the lazy guy. But somehow, things just end up getting messed up anyways. Of course, no one knows this archive like me. What are you gonna do?

Melinda Gordon:
Whatever, I just have to find anything that I can on the street collapse of 1982.

Scott the Ghost:
You think that's how it works? You just snap your fingers and we do your bidding.

Melinda Gordon:
What?

Scott the Ghost:
They told me that you might come around here. Asking questions.

Melinda Gordon:
Who told you?

Scott the Ghost:
You are so, over your head. [Lights start flickering] If I were you, I would leave, now. And I really wouldn't come back. Ever. [Scott the Ghost disappears]