Little boy leaving temple: Schmuck, schmuck, schmuck!
Mother: Kyle!
Little boy: What? It’s a new word I learned in Jew school today!
Mother: Hebrew school!
Little boy, in a whisper: Schmuck…
–87th & Madison
Archive for the ‘Upper East Side’ Category
The Reproduction of Wednesday One-liners
Woman on cell: You don’t go to work, you go to day care. You don’t do shit!
–76th & Lexington
If Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood Were on the Air Today
Guy: I was reading the script, trying to figure out which part to read for the audition, but they’re all so…
Girl: Disturbed?
Guy: Right! Like, my first thought was the albino dwarf, but he’s planning to kill someone, so… obviously not.
–68th & 2nd
Overheard by: ultra-condensed movies
It’s Like Nazi, But for Women and Gays
Saleslady: Hi, miss, can I help you?
Woman: No, that’s okay, I have my daughter with me.
Saleslady: Are you sure you dont need any help?
Woman: Yes, I am sure. My daughter is quite the fashionada. She gives me the best opinions.
Saleslady, to another saleslady: What’s a fashionada? New Yorkers have their own language or something.
–Barney’s
Overheard by: ash sauer
Wednesday One-Liners Melt in Your Mouth
Young woman to another: I’ve done some soul searching. I’m now willing to believe it’s not butter.
–Park Ave & E. 79th
Overheard by: andy
Annoying lady to worker who apparently mishandled her food: Apologize to the sandwich!
–Subway, Brighton Beach
Overheard by: Robert
Chick on cell: I try to eat as many acidic things as possible since I have a very creamy nature.
–35th & 7th
Girl on cell: Girrrrllll…he was meltin’ me like butter last night.
–Bedford Ave & N 5th
Overheard by: Marleni
College guy: All molds are not created equal! Think about yogurt, man, it’s all frickin mold!
–Columbia College Walk
Would-be CIA student on cell: Yeah, so I think my interview at the CIA went well. I think I’ll really like it there. (notices people around him) …the Culinary institute of America! (everyone smiles)
–80th & Broadway
Overheard by: Roth Hall
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Chick: Ugh! These aren’t even cold! I can’t believe this! Who’s the manager? I said, who’s the manager? Well, where is he?
Deli guy: Uh, over there.
Chick: Look! Look at these drinks! How do you expect me to drink these? They aren’t even cold!
Manager guy: We just put them in there.
Chick: I don’t care! I want a cold drink now!
Manager guy: I’m sorry you’re upset but it’s very hot today and we’re selling drinks faster than we can restock them.
Chick: I don’t care! I expect you to find me something cold to drink!
–Marche Madison, 74th & Madison
Overheard by: sarahg
Chick on cell: So, when are you going to watch the fireworks? Like, in the evening?
–Park Slope
Overheard by: Andy Travis
Because When I Wasn’t at the Library I Was Having Sex
Girl #1: Again? That’s twice this week.
Girl #2: Yeah, I really think I am a nymphomaniac.
–3rd Ave & 60th St
Wednesday Flatliners
Dude on cell: Alright, listen up. If the guy gets up and walks away, he’s not dead. If you come back and he’s still lying there, he’s dead, you follow? So, in that situation you are just going to go through the motions like we discussed.
–23th & 7th
Overheard by: mel
Random man on bicycle to doorman: You never know when you’re going to eat a bad mushroom and die.
–87th St & York Ave
Overheard by: Critter
Jersey woman, looking at a case with brains that suffered from major stroke: Oh my gawd… They probably died from that!
–Bodies The Exhibition, South St Seaport
Guy shopping in art supply on a cell: So you’re banking on dying young, then?
–Art Store, Williamsburg
Spacey old guy to friends, calmly: I want to murder that guy. (even more calmly) I’ve got bloodlust in my heart.
–9th St b/w 1st & 2nd
Overheard by: JKW
Woman on cell: You want to be cremated, right? (pause) Well, then what the hell are we going to do with you?
–Park Ave
No More Hanging Out with Hobos, Sweetie.
Law student to little girl with pink balloon dog: I really like your balloon! It’s so pretty!
Girl’s dad: What do you say?
Little girl: Woof woof!
–79th & 2nd
I Expect Steady Progress Toward Quiet Desperation
Seven-year-old: I want to take a year off.
Dad: You are not taking a year off.
Seven-year-old: But I want to party.
Dad: You cannot take a year off to party!
–83rd & Park
