Exhausted executive: Woman, I am telling you — it is Friday, and what I’m saying to you is, all I need is some alcohol and some stuffed mushrooms. Do you hear me?
–Grand Central
Old lady, screaming: It’s not the quiche, Harry, it’s the whole seven years!
–Lincoln Center
Overheard by: Rowanhood
Creepster: I’d like to spread Jessica Fletcher and Rose Nylund on a cracker and down ’em with a shot of Ensure!
–81st & Madison
Man: I don’t trust upstate food anymore.
–Cab line, JFK
Overheard by: Sean McGurr
Budding entrepreneur: You mean, I can copyright the sandwiches I make? Put them in an envelope and mail them to myself?
–Stanton & Attorney
