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