50-year-old man with limited teeth: Do you know what time it is?
Attractive young preppy girl: Quarter to four.
50-year-old man with limited teeth: It’s a quarter til I make sweet love to you.
–R Train
Overheard by: The mind boggles
50-year-old man with limited teeth: Do you know what time it is?
Attractive young preppy girl: Quarter to four.
50-year-old man with limited teeth: It’s a quarter til I make sweet love to you.
–R Train
Overheard by: The mind boggles
Mother, pointing out seat to four-year-old daughter: Sit down there, honey. Don’t touch anything.
Daughter, indicating her seat: Did you see? I touched it and then I licked my hand.
–F Train
Overheard by: Southern Discomforts
Jersey girl: Oh. My. Gawd. Where is that accent from? It’s sexy.
B&T guy: It’s from Queens, baby!
–Broadway & Lafayette
Overheard by: Alaina
Man to little dog with lady: Hi, what’s your name?
Lady (for dog): My name is chippy.
Man: Hi chippy!
Lady: Hi! I’m getting my balls cut off on Thursday!
–69th & 1st
Overheard by: erock
Woman to man she just met: I live in Brooklyn, and I’m on my way to see my man in the Bronx. My mother said to me, “must be some kinda love if you travel all the way to the Bronx for a man!“
Man: Uh-huh! That’s right! It’s got to be good lovin’, too!
Woman: You know what I’m saying? Don’t talk to me ’bout no headache, ’cause I can’t do this everyday!
–1 Train
Ponytailed girl on cell, excitedly: Maybe you have, like, bacterial vaginosis or something! Yeah! That would explain it. No, you don’t wanna smell like cinnamon down there, cinnamon toast crotch!
–86th & Lexington
Girl, walking onto stinky train car: Oh, shit, yo! It smells like a whole mess of hot ass up in this piece.
–L Train
Loud singing teen, stopping in mid-song: Damn! Somebody smell like soup!
–F Train
Overheard by: bpm
Smelly woman on elevator: I’ma kick that man’s butt. I don’t smell that strong!
–Office Building, Harlem
Overheard by: Liz
Man: This place smells like venereal disease!
–Port Authority Subway Tunnel
Overheard by: Courtney
Guy on cell: Who knows what I can do now that I don’t smell like dogshit. The sky is the limit. (pause) Yeah, no more living in fear!
–27th & 5th
Theater geek: So I was looking at auditions for this post-apocalyptic drama, and the ad said, “we’re looking for men, all shapes and sizes. Actually no, you have to be ridiculously skinny, totally emaciated, on the verge of death. And… oh yeah, you have to have stringy hair. And be really bony. And my dad said, “you definitely need to try out for this!”
–TKTS Booth, Times Square
Overheard by: Not Emaciated
Guy: No, I didn’t do the graphics–I mean, the play’s about Adam and Eve, but do they put naked people on the postcard to sell tickets? No, they have a cartoon of an apple. I don’t understand.
–Minetta Lane Theater
Overheard by: Duncan Pflaster
Bathroom attendant at West Side Story: C’mon, people! Short line, long intermission! (toilet flushes) Hear that? That’s music to somebody’s bladder!
–Palace Theatre
Overheard by: Maggie
Audience member, at interval of Aida: Hey, this is better than Grease!
–Metropolitan Opera
Disgruntled usher: I swear by every god of Jupiter that these are your seats.
–The Ambassador Theatre, 49th & Broadway
Overheard by: The Moons of Jupiter Were Already Spoken For
Girl #1: So what did you say to your roommate?
Boy: I told her she was a fucking slut!
Girl #2: Isn’t your roommate your girlfriend?
Boy: Sort of.
–Astor Place
Attractive 20-something man: Do you want me to sleep over tonight?
Attractive 20-something woman: Yes, but only if you put your penis in my vagina.
Attractive 20-something man: You’ve got yourself a deal.
–36th & 5th
Overheard by: lola
Mother to bouncing daughter: No, you can not look in that window! Do you want to be a Peeping Tom?
Daughter: Let me see! Let me see!
–Redhook, Brooklyn
Hat Tip 🎩 to The Marketing Scientist