Words

Female coworker: I would pay for it.
Male coworker: You are paying for it, they're just not putting it in.

–16th & 5th

Overheard by: Brownsvillegirl

Guy at bar: I’m sorry if I’m being an asshole.
Gay bartender: Oh, don’t worry -I deal with assholes all the time.

–Montien, 12th & 3rd

Short shaggy-haired guy: Hahaha, I know, right? (pause) Wait, I don’t get it.
Tall shaggy-haired guy: I don’t get it either, man. I just say stuff.

–3rd Ave b/w 14th & 15th

Guy: I like it when people copulate onstage.
Girl: “Copulate?!” What are you, David Attenborough?

–NYU

Drunk hobo #1 (in response to young person playing the guitar): Woohoo!
Drunk hobo #2: Why do you always have to be like that? It’s woo… hoo… Not woohoo!

–Washington Square Park

Hipster chick: It costs like $280 to go blonde, which seems expensive but it’s totally worth it because then you’re blonde.

–Hop Scotch

Overheard by: bildita

Hipster: My brother entitled all of his college essays "Heeeey Essaaaaay!"

–Smith Street & President

Overheard by: Michelle C.

(drunk or ill hipster guy lying on stairs moans pitifully and vomits)
Hipster’s friend, looking away and pretending not to know him: Ha! Fag!

–7th Ave

Young hipster: Let’s face it, at some point I’m gonna be homeless.

–Union Square

Overheard by: Conti

Hipster girl: Pickles are so in right now.

–Renegade Arts Festival, Williamsburg

Mom’s Fling With Josh Ended Predictably

14-year old girl #1: Did you call her a bitch?
14-year old girl #2: No. I was like: “Mom! You have chlamydia. Shut up!”

–B Train

Overheard by: Jessica

Art teacher: This piece is from the enlightenment period in England and is called “Marriage a la Mode”.
Kid to friend: Wait… Marriage with ice cream?

–Bronx Science Art History Class

Overheard by: One with whipped cream please

Dad: So what’s that thing you want for your birthday again?
Little boy: A Wii.
Dad: Wii? As in wee-wee? Gross!
Little boy: You’re immature.
Dad: You wet the bed.
Little boy: You’re immature.

–1 Train

Customer to punk teenage girl behind counter: I’d like a dozen rolls, please.
Punk teenage girl: A dozen… What’s that, like twenty?

–Delicatessen, Park Place