Edwin Dingle:
Potato salad!

Edwin:
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.

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!