Hipster girl staring at bike locked to sign: Why would anyone steal just the front wheel of a bike?
Hipster guy: To buy heroin.
–Grand & Driggs
Overheard by: Adam
Hipster girl staring at bike locked to sign: Why would anyone steal just the front wheel of a bike?
Hipster guy: To buy heroin.
–Grand & Driggs
Overheard by: Adam
Girl, on escalator: Oh! I'm definitely getting a brownie.
Guy, on escalator: Really?
Girl: Yep, it's going to be full-fat and wonderful!
Guy: You'll eat a brownie, but you won't touch my nuts?
–Barnes & Noble, Union Square
Overheard by: Diane
Drunk girl #1: Does this train stop at Penn Station?
Drunk girl #2: Hello?! Can somebody tell us if this train is going to Penn Station?
Drunk girl #1, apologizing: Ignore her, she's from Rochester.
–F Frain
Girl #1: What’s the plural of “panini”?
Girl #2: It’s just “panini” … Like goose.
–28th & 2nd
Black chick #1: I was like, “Damn, what hood did you come from?”
Black chick #2: I don't know no hood where people be wearin' purple tights.
Black chick #1: She just needs to get some dick. Imma tell her dat the next time I see her.
–Pace University
Overheard by: Meg-Tron
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
Eight-year-old brother speaking to four year old brother in high pitched witches voice: First I’ll burn you to a black crisp in a huge oven, then I’ll start with your flesh…
Four-year-old: What will it taste like?
Eight-year-old brother, without pausing: It will taste like a delicious steak, then I ‘ll eat your teeth and they’ll taste like crackers! But your hair, your hair will be completely burned off.
Four-year-old: [Giggles maniacally.]
–C Train
Overheard by: never having kids
Queer: I need to cut my fingernails. I keep meaning to get clippers, but then I forget.
Girl assistant: Why don't you just bite them?
Queer (offended): I am not a farmer!
–Queens
Overheard by: Jodi
Tourist dressed like biker: Excuse me, do you know where the dancing monkeys are?
New Yorker: (silence)
Tourist: Dancing monkeys?
New Yorker: You're in New York, they're on every street corner.
–Broadway & White
