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] Edwin Dingle
: Potato salad!
: I don't want to go to Brooklyn. You can't make me. I don't *want* to go to Brooklyn. Bus Driver
: None of us want to, bud, but we all gotta go sooner or later.
: 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.
: I'd like a pint of Prospect Park!
] Edwin Dingle
: In fact, I don't think I'm ever going to see Buster again.
[Edwin 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?
: Do you think you'll be coming back tomorrow? Edwin Dingle
: Oh, by all means. I enjoy it here very much, uh, I love the smell of leather bindings.
: You know, Mr. Dingle, you have the most extraordinary mind I've ever heard of. Edwin Dingle
: Oh, I wouldn't say that. Ellen Shanley
: You're very modest, aren't you? Edwin Dingle
: Yes, I guess, I am. Ellen Shanley
: That's odd. If I had a mind like yours; in fact, if I had any mind at all; I'd be a brazen hussy! Ha-ha-ha. Edwin Dingle
: Oh! Ha-ha-ha Ellen Shanley
: There! I bet that's the first time you've laughed since you've read Professor Zimmel's inaccuracies of the Phoenician wars. Ha-ha-ha Edwin Dingle
: Ha-ha-ha. Yes, I guess it is, at that. You know, I really enjoy being here. Ellen Shanley
: I'm glad. I like having you.
: Edwin, do you always where your hair parted in the middle? Edwin Dingle
: Yes, why? Ellen Shanley
: Why, I never saw anybody look good with their hair that way, except Hedy Lamarr.
Policeman in Park
: [Kicked in the posterior by Edwin Dingle while drinking at a water fountain in Prospect Park
] Why, you! Edwin Dingle
: Good evening. Policeman in Park
: What do you think you're doing? Edwin Dingle
: Oh, forgive me, it was, it was a scientific experiment. Policeman in Park
: I'll show you an experiment, Einstein!
: Fear is not in the Dingle lexicon, Buster.
: Did you say you sing and dance in a night club? Sailor's Girl Friend
: No, I work in a bakery. But, a lot of people take me for Lana Turner.
: I want to explain about last night. Ellen Shanley
: Well, it better be good. Making me wait hours for potato salad and telephoning me and barking like a dog, meowing like a cat and hooting like an owl.
: Ellen. Ellen Shanley
: You've got a nerve, hanging around here. You just got me fired! Edwin Dingle
: I'm sorry, but, I must resort to force. Ellen Shanley
: Oh, now you're a cave man! Edwin Dingle
: Well, the Neanderthal Man had his merits.
: Your story is satisfactory except for a few minor details. Edwin Dingle
: Well, it was quite dark and I may have slipped up on one or two points. District Attorney
: Yes, in the first place, the tall, thin man with the red beard was a short, fat, fan dancer named Chu-Chu LaVerne!