The essential premise of the film Ghostbusters, when you get down to it, is that three upper middle class academics have to slum it in a working class job like exterminators. Yes, it layers all sorts of wacky paranormal goofiness onto that, but at the end of the day, that's what it's about — the absurdity of working class paranormal experts.
: You're the last of an elite group. Don't end it like this
. John Rambo
: Back there I could fly a gunship. I could drive a tank. I was in charge of a million dollars of equipment. Back here I couldn't get a job PARKING CARS.
I bet a higher percentage of janitors survive this mess more than any other type of employee. If they were holding a mop, they already had a weapon in their hands; they know the entire building; and they have the keys to everything.
The dojo master stood up. 'Hold!' he commanded. 'Do you not want to know the name of the man you are about to destroy?'
The fighter held his stance, glaring at Lu-Tze. 'I don't need to know name of a sweeper,' he said.
Lu-Tze rolled the cigarette into a skinny cylinder and winked at the angry man, which only stoked the anger.
'It is always wise to know the name of a sweeper, boy,' said the dojo master. 'And my question was not addressed to you.
You're not a cook. Casey Ryback:
Yeah, well...I also
Pardon me, sir, but I couldn't help noticing these equations in your garbage. I took the liberty of correcting a few quantum calculations. Dilbert:
Gosh. Why are you a garbage man? Garbage Man:
I think the question is "Why are you
[Seeing a beat cop writing up a ticket on a parked car] What's the violation? Officer Baker:
Parking in a bus stop, expired registration. McNulty: First class police work there, Baker
. Officer Baker:
Yeah, well, this is the word we got from up on high. Straight from the 8th floor downtown
. I know you think it's bullshit, but I spend my shift where they tell me
Baker, let me tell you a little secret. A patrolling officer on his beat
is the one true dictatorship in America. We can do anything, we can lock a guy up on a petty charge, lock him up for real, or say "Fuck it, let's pull under the expressway and drink ourselves to death", and our side partners will cover it. So no one... and I mean no one
tells us how to waste our shift.
— The Wire
explains how the lowest level police can do whatever they want regardless of what Da Chief
"I've a friend who's a janitor. He knows a lot of dirt."
— Overheard in an IRC channel
Picard: At the Academy, there is someone who meant a great deal to me. He has been there forever. You must get to know him; his name is Boothby. Tell him we were friends. When I was there, he helped me. Listen to him.
Wesley: What does he teach?
: He's the groundskeeper.
: Sick days. There aren't any. Hundreds of people working here and no one's sick. Not one hangover, man flu, sneaky little shopping trip, nothing. Not ever! They don't get ill. Colonel Mace
: ...That can't be right. Donna
: You've been checking out the building - should've been checking out the workforce. Martha
: I can see why he likes you. You are good. Donna
: Super temp!