Preppy girl #1: I don’t get it. She looks human.
Preppy girl #2: But she’s not.
Preppy girl #1: But she looks human!
Preppy girl #2: But she’s not!
Preppy girl #3: I get into your head and make you think I look human, but I’m not, really.
Preppy girl #1: Oh. So what do you guys want for lunch?
–Penn Station
Preppy teen boy #1: No, dude. She was in love with horses, remember? She liked screwing them — that’s how she died.
Preppy teen boy #2: No, no. That is not true. It was some accident having to do with horses.
Preppy teen boy #1: Yeah, exactly. She was screwing the horse, and then it fell on her. That’s how she died.
Preppy teen boy #2: Dude, that’s so wrong.
–45th St
Overheard by: wow
Preppy girl #1: Is it just me, or does it smell like cum?
Preppy girl #2: Yeah, I guess…
Preppy girl #1: Good, I’ve been smelling it all day.
–N Train
40-something hyperactive preppy/golfer tourist: Hey! How’s it going?! Where are you from?
40-something regular guy: Seattle. You?
40-something hyperactive preppy/golfer tourist: Newport Beach, California! What are you off to do?
40-something regular guy: Dinner and some drinks with friends. You?
40-something hyperactive preppy/golfer tourist: Me and a buddy are going to take mushrooms and go see Young Frankenstein for the third time! It’s hilarious when you’re high!
–Elevator, Sheraton Hotel
Preppy blonde: And I would be in the alley, all secret… And then out of nowhere people in the street would hear “Fuck yeah – crack!” coming from the alley, and then the police would come, and I would totally be saying goodbye to my chances at Yale.
Tiny brunette friend: Yeah, totally.
–82nd & York
Woman to man: I know! I don’t fry anything. I don’t even fry my food anymore.
–47th & 6th
Overheard by: A very disturbed Newsbunny
Old Jewish woman to husband holding restaurant leftovers: It’s a sin to waste that food. You could send it to Israel!
–Upper West Side
Overheard by: What a waste!
Preppy guy: At least *I’m* not the one molesting fictional cereal pitchmen.
–Park Slope, Brooklyn
Overheard by: Ladle
Girl on cell, talking loudly: I don’t know what I want, but whatever I want, I want French fries with it.
–John St
Preppy girl on cell: Do they study eggs? (pause) Eggs! (pause) Do they study eggs?
–Times Square
Female new student to boyfriend: You have to stop with this whole burrito-is-a-dick thing.
–6th Ave & 13th St
Overheard by: Catie
Preppy guy: I feel like we should have a New Jack City watching party.
–Bedford Ave & N 7th St, Williamsburg
Overheard by: Kate C.
Wanna-be preppy: Hey! Is that the newspaper?
Slacker: Yeah.
Wanna-be preppy: Let’s have a look at it.
(slacker throws paper into locker and locks locker)
Wanna-be preppy: Aw, why did you do that?
Slacker: I can’t let you see it. It’s not mine.
Wanna-be preppy: Whose is it?
Slacker: My girlfriend’s brother. He’s really sensitive…
Wanna-be preppy: Really sensitive about the newspaper?
–Midtown
Overheard by: Kane
Drunk gay man: I’ve slept with more men than my mom has!
–Ave A
Overheard by: Let his own mom win that contest
Woman to man: I don’t want to be known as the whore of New Yorkers.
–9th Ave & 44th St
Woman on cell: It’s just sex. There’s no way you guys can ever be permanently tied, or anything.
–Macy’s
Preppy, middle-aged woman, about man on iPhone: Who is that whore?
–Bookstore, Brooklyn
Overheard by: ‑she probably said
Preppy guy: She’s half Mexican. Her father is from Spain.
Preppy girl: Wouldn’t that make her half Spanish, not Mexican?
Preppy guy: What is the difference?
–83rd St & 2nd Ave
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