Ex­haust­ed ex­ec­u­tive: Woman, I am telling you — it is Friday, and what I’m say­ing to you is, all I need is some al­co­hol and some stuffed mush­rooms. Do you hear me?

–Grand Cen­tral

Old la­dy, scream­ing: It’s not the quiche, Har­ry, it’s the whole sev­en years!

–Lin­coln Cen­ter

Over­heard by: Rowan­hood

Creep­ster: I’d like to spread Jes­si­ca Fletch­er and Rose Ny­lund on a crack­er and down ’em with a shot of En­sure!

–81st & Madi­son

Man: I don’t trust up­state food any­more.

–Cab line, JFK

Over­heard by: Sean McGurr

Bud­ding en­tre­pre­neur: You mean, I can copy­right the sand­wich­es I make? Put them in an en­ve­lope and mail them to my­self?

–Stan­ton & At­tor­ney