Brooklyn

Ghetto guy herding large group of rowdy kids off train: Scuse me, scuse me, scuse me! Lotta kids, they all ain't mine!

–C Train

Overheard by: Julie S.

Professional woman on cell: I mean, she said she'd finally come to the place where she realizes her kids are shit, and she can just wash her hands off the whole situation and be done with it!

–40th St & 6th Ave

Overheard by: Rachel

Receptionist to UPS guy: Shit, I got five kids, and they're all bad.

–6th Ave & 47th

Overheard by: thanks mom

Angry woman, yelling on phone: Nigga, don't give me that "parenting role" shit!

–Flatbush Ave & Park Place, Brooklyn

Concerned mother: He's not even potty-trained, all he does is eat the toilet paper.

–University Pl & 8th St

Overheard by: Justin

Confused tourist: Excuse me, can you help us? We're trying to get to New York.
New Yorker: You are in New York.
Confused tourist: I'm sorry, I meant New York City.

–Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn

Overheard by: Outraged Brooklynite

Girl: I feel like sex shouldn't have to involve major home reconstruction.
Guy: It shouldn't, but it does.

–Grand Army Plaza, Brooklyn

Overheard by: Hunter

Black guy #1: Yeah, Obama! The slaves are free!
Black guy #2: Uh, what?

–Bed-Stuy

Overheard by: walkin' whitey

Teen: Are you there, God?
Techie in catwalks: Is that you, Margaret?

–Sheepshead Bay

Overheard by: Ilysse

Barnard girl: Does anyone here like Naruto?
Tisch girl: I looooove 90210!

–Brooklyn

Overheard by: Karina

Girl #1: …I mean, I can think of plenty better reasons why I shouldn’t date him than the fact that we’re semi-related.
Girl #2: …Um, I don’t think a better reason exists than that one.
Girl #1: You are really turning it into something that it’s not. the key word here is “semi”.
Girl #2: No! The key word here is “related“!

–Hoyt-Schermerhorn station

Indecisive girl at DiPaola's turkey stand: I'd like some… hot… Italian…
Guy selling turkey, eagerly: Yes?
Indecisive girl: Sausage.

–Fort Greene Farmers Market

Overheard by: Morning Glory

Mother on stoop: You need to get inside this house, now.
Fat 11-year old boy: Ten more minutes!
Mother: No, now.
Fat 11-year old boy (yelling): Ten! More! Minutes!
Mother: Don't make me call the cops!

–23rd & 4th Ave, Brooklyn

Overheard by: Claire H.

Little girl, singing: Now we open door! Go to coffee store! Now we get a muffin…
Tired-looking mom: No more muffins.
Little girl, still singing: Now we beg for more!

–Brooklyn