Teenage boy: I still don’t get it, what’s green and goes in the tank?
Teenage girl: The turtle.
Teenage boy: The turtle’s turquoise…
Teenage girl: Its head is green!
Teenage boy: You do realize we’re arguing over a Blue’s Clues episode.

–Grand Central Station

Girl #1: Is that cum?
Girl #2: Yes, green cum.

–W 47th & 5th

Overheard by: Holly

Black guy: Why would a young black girl dye her hair blonde? Looks terrible, y’know.
Whitey: Um, yeah. Bad idea.
Black guy: Bitch looked like a burnt grilled cheese sandwich.

–One Penn Plaza

White guy, feeling shirt material: This is nice. What kind of fabric is this shirt?
Black guy: It’s, uh… grey.
White guy: Grey? That shit’s not a material!

–Century 21

Dude: He’s the black, blind Motown equivalent of Kenny G.

–113th & Amsterdam

Overheard by: Wild Dog Boy

Girl, while leaving screening of “I am legend”: Okay… I cannot believe the woman did not know Bob Marley! I mean, that had to be the most unrealistic thing in that entire film.

–Fresh Meadows, Queens

Overheard by: hmmm…

Curly‐haired chick: Has New Order become an okay kinky sex background band? Am I *old*?

–113th & Broadway

Overheard by: Poogins

Guy, standing next to guy listening to Journey on his iPod: Get away from me! Just get the fuck away from me!

–2 Train

Dumb girl dressed like Scary Spice en route to the concert: Yeah, a lot of people think that the Spice Girls like, reinstated feminism.

–NJ Transit

Yale grad: Eminem has a wonderful sense of meter.

–Court St., Brooklyn

Overheard by: Justin Casement

Queer: We only stayed for 15 minutes, I’m not that into karaoke. And when a coven of lesbians start casting their spells to “My Sharona”, I was outta there.”

–Chambers & Greenwich

Overheard by: Grand Witch Muffy

Chick (walking in elevator and looking at others): Sorry for staring, but you all have blue eyes.
Blue‐eyed woman: Yeah, we’re all related.
Chick: Really?
Blue‐eyed woman: Uh, no.
Blue‐eyed man: But don’t worry, we’ll be nice to you when we take over.

–Elevator, Roosevelt Hospital

Four‐year‐old girl: Look at my new purse.
Six‐year‐old boy: Yeah, so?
Four‐year‐old girl: It’s Prada.
Six‐year‐old boy: I don’t think that’s a Prada purse.
Four‐year‐old girl: But it’s pink…
Six‐year‐old boy: Yeah, but I don’t think that makes it Prada.
Four‐year‐old girl (very sadly): Oh.

–Henry St & Pierrepont St, Brooklyn Heights

Little girl: Dad. Dad. Dad.
Dad: Stop pulling on me. What?
Little girl, pointing up at an enormous black man: He looks like a big chocolate bar!
Dad, with a forced grin: She’s five.

–Line, Grace’s Market Place

Teenage girl #1: Ew, I have such bad dandruff. I need to like get rid of it because I can never wear black.
Teenage girl #2: Ew I know, me too! Except I have crotch dandruff.
Teenage girl #1: Umm… What’s that?
Teenage girl #2: I don’t know but every time I scratch my crotch it looks like it’s snowing.

–A Train

Overheard by: Does that mean she can’t wear black pants?

Blonde seventh grader, about Holocaust: Yeah, like, I’m Jewish on my mom’s side, you’re Asian. So, basically everyone in our class would have died from the Nazis.
Asian seventh grader, to other friend: Except for Laura.
Laura: What? Why?
Asian seventh grader: Because you’re white.
Laura: I’m not white! I’m like… Pinkish or something.

–93rd St & Amsterdam