Fat hipster: Yeah, then I would get fat and evil.
Skinny punkster: True, but that’s how you get laid.
–Bryant Park
Fat hipster: Yeah, then I would get fat and evil.
Skinny punkster: True, but that’s how you get laid.
–Bryant Park
Guy looking at books, to no one in particular: I don’t want to hear or see anything about the devil, demons, voodoo or big hairy black guys.
–Barnes & Noble
Overheard by: 153
Guy hawking pamphlets: How to sucker punch the devil right in the ass!
–W 12th & Brodway
Overheard by: Why didn’t I get that pamphlet?!
Coworker about colleague: Every time he comes by here the number 666 comes up.
–1250 Broadway
Punk kid, walking past a group of nuns: Hail Satan!
–Waverly & Greene
Professor: I don’t want to be saved, I want to go to hell. I’ll meet interesting people there!
–Cooper Union, Astor Place
Overheard by: Hopefully not me!
Crazy older lady screaming on cell: You what? You are buying soda? You are going to go to fucking hell! Don’t you remember the promise you made to god? You’re probably standing in line with some goddamn candy too. You are going to hell!
–W Train
Overheard by: DR G LUV
Punk chick: So how much should I take out?
Punk guy: Yeah, you should take out like $7,000. Or better yet $10,000. Better too much than too little.
Punk chick: OK…
Punk guy: Yeah, but wait until we get out of the city to take it out, like Long Island. You don’t want to be walking around Brooklyn with that kind of cash…it would be like b‑boy lottery.
–A train
20‐something gal: I didn’t really like him, I just wanted a boyfriend.
–Fulton & Gold
Overheard by: Craig, Marykate and Maryanne
20‐something girl on cell: What, my boyfriend? Oh, he’s with his wife tonight.
–Remsen & Clinton, Brooklyn
Flamboyantly gay man (to himself): He’s just jealous because I have a new boyfriend!
–Times Square
Overheard by: Liz
French woman, earnestly: I’m okay with him sleeping with my boyfriend as long as he starts paying for his own drinks.
–1020 Bar, 110th & Amsterdam
Overheard by: Ladle
Hipster bike punk: I call her my special lady friend and she calls me her gentlemen caller… because boyfriend and girlfriend are too possessive.
–Mud Bar, East Village
Overheard by: raf
Russian lady with tiny, yappy dog: I really wish I could find you work, I really do.
Lonely punk in his mid‐30s, sighing: I’m the ugliest man in the world!
–Clinton Heights, Brooklyn
Overheard by: Kenny
Punk #1: I knew this guy once, he had the fetus of his identical twin attached to his shoulder.
Punk #2: I’d cut it off and make a yo‐yo out of that shit.
–Rivington & Essex
20‐something woman: Is she a bialy in real life?
–Tomo sushi, 110th & Broadway
Overheard by: Ursula & Winifred
Very large black woman on cell phone, bellowing: I don’t do no motherfucking corn bread! Why the fuck you always want corn bread, motherfucker?
–St. Luke’s‐Roosevelt Hospital, 114th & Amsterdam
Punk girl to another: I wish I was a muffin. But I’m not. I’m a human.
–B Train
Overheard by: id rather be a cupcake
Black Whole Foods employee to black whole Foods customer: You have to be raised on it, you hear me? I was raised on c‑town, key foods. I ain’t gonna pay no 4 dollars for no eggs.
–Union Square Whole Foods
Clueless suit on cell: I’m just really bad at knowing if stuff is perishable or not. I just don’t know. Ok, so ice cream ‑that’s perishable, right? Butter ‑non‐perishable. Caviar isn’t perishable either… Wait, what? Oh, butter is perishable? Wait, how do you know? Does perishable mean it has to be kept in the fridge? Ok, so does caviar have to be kept in the fridge?
–E 60th St
Angry 20‐something on cell phone: Why? Why? Because I can’t eat spaghetti‐o’s anymore!
–E 13th St & 1st Ave
Punk teen #1: So, was he molested?
Punk teen #2: No.
Punk teen #1: Oh, thats boring.
–LIRR
NYU punk girl: Whatever. I just don’t like him, okay?
NYU punk guy: I just don’t think him being smelly should have anything to do with it.
–Washington Square Park
Punk girl: So he said he really wants to get me really drunk again.
Punk friend: Why?
Punk girl: Because he said I’m as cute as a Care Bear.
Friend: What the hell does that mean?
Girl: Um, who cares? That’s so sweet… and I didn’t even sleep with him for it. Now help me push up my tits.
–Q Train
Overheard by: Ingss
