Hobo: Fuck God! I am God, and God is dead.
--Bedford Ave, Williamsburg
Where: Bedford Ave., Yuppietown
Hobo: ...and the rest of you will be buried in cement!
Where: 42nd at 5th Ave.
Hobo (to himself): Oh, so is that it? Every time you want to make me feel small, you throw Tiger Woods in my face?
Where: 14th St. Between 1st and 2nd
Hobo: Everybody stand up. Stand up!
Young man in a cafe in Williamsburg: "So, what do you do?"
Older man: "I'm an artist--and one of my works is in the Whitney."
-- Grand Cafe, Williamsburg
Where: Diner in Williamsburg
Yuppie on Cell Phone: You should come down! He's giving a concert tonight at Luxx.
Where: Time Square Toys R Us
Cashier: May I have your phone number, starting with the area code, please?
Customer: You're not my type.
Where: Wendy's, Caesar's Bay
Mom Customer: "Can you exchange this Kid's Meal toy for me? I need something for a girl to play with."
Guy: You are a compelling argument against homosexuality. You are a very pretty girl.
--72nd St Station
Who: Puerto Rican teenage girl
Where: East Village
What: "I can set whatever rings I want on this phone for whoever calls me. So all my business calls are Scooby-doo."
One woman in her late 20's talking to another, in a Williamsburg cafe: "Her upper body's okay."
A hipster girl, walking down Bedford Ave in Williamsburg, talking on her cell phone:
"I didn't realize what a good boyfriend Matt was.... yeah... he's too nice, too together, too in touch with his emotions... his only problem is that he doesn't smoke pot."
Hipster on cell: You asked me how I'm doing, and I tell you--and then you bring it back to yourself. You always do that.
--Verb, Williamsburg
Seen reading in the Starbucks in the Barnes & Noble on Union Square: a man in his mid-20s reading a book titled, Change your brain, Change your life