Guy: Hey! Where’s my Su­danese pussy from Chi­na­town?

–14th & Uni­ver­si­ty

Guy on cell: I’ll meet you at the cor­ner by the store with Chi­nese writing…Hey, wait a minute. All the fuck­ing signs around here have Chi­nese writ­ing.

–Walk­er & Lafayette

Over­heard by: Wolf

Guy on cell: So, if this is true, then Drac­u­la’s na­tive lan­guage would be Hun­gar­i­an rather than Ro­man­ian. And I think that is im­por­tant for my re­search.

–An­thol­o­gy Film Archives, 2nd St & 2nd Ave

Over­heard by: nosy cinephile

Teen girl: This bag is mad Aztec.

–13th & Uni­ver­si­ty

Co-Work­er: So, did she men­tion any­thing about Mex­i­cans?

–Of­fice, W 36th St

Over­heard by: Evan

Well-Trav­eled girl: Mex­i­co is not a Third-World coun­try. JFK is.

–Tea Lounge, Park Slope

Small child: Mom­my, look! You can tell he’s Mex­i­can by his eyes!

–Bod­ies ex­hib­it, South Street Sea­port

White girl, to Asian girl: So wait, is he just not Japan­ese or not in­ter­est­ed?

–Wal­greens, Union Square

Over­heard by: Goldie

Busi­ness­woman: Well you can’t kill a Viet­namese man be­cause that would just cost too much.

–I Trul­li restau­rant, E 27th St

Hobo: You’re not Pol­ish; you just think you’re Pol­ish!

–Tomp­kins Square Park

Voice over in­ter­com: Will the for­eign ex­change stu­dent please come to the cashier.

–Cen­tu­ry 21

Sassy chick: I can’t be­lieve she’s mov­ing to fuck­ing Cam­bo­dia to live with a fuck­ing crick­et-hunter she’s on­ly known for two months!

–TGI Fri­day’s, 52nd & 7th

Over­heard by: Shaina