I don't want to go to Brooklyn. You can't make me. I don't *want* to go to Brooklyn.
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Bus Driver:
None of us want to, bud, but we all gotta go sooner or later.
Edwin:
Do you remember you once told me you wouldn't be found dead in Brooklyn?
Buzzy's Ghost:
Yeah, I remember. That was the only way they could get me here.
Edwin:
I'd like a pint of Prospect Park!
Edwin Dingle:
In fact, I don't think I'm ever going to see Buster again.
[he hears the spooky Buster music and gasps]
Edwin Dingle:
Buster!
Buzzy's Ghost:
[popping out of a box] I'm a little devil, ain't I?
Edwin Dingle:
I enjoy it here very much ... uh, I love the smell of leather bindings.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
