Drunk: Where’s my boy, man? –Odessa, Ave. A
Black guy: Tell that nigger my party is tonight in Nochez.
Hispanic guy on cell: Yo, this nigger’s party is tonight in Nochez.
Black woman: Why is the word ‘nigger’ being said so much here? –KFC, Delancey Street
Black kid: Miss, buy some candy to support my school’s basketball team.
Indian woman: No thank you.
Black kid: Man, you people don’t buy nothing. But you sure speak good English. –40th St. & Lex.
Black Man (to African Man): Where are you from? Why don’t you go back there, man? –Penn Station
A bike messenger almost plows through the crowd at a crosswalk.
Messenger: You gotta look! You gotta look!
Black Woman: Nigger, you look! You ain’t drivin’ no car! –44th & Madison
Black Girl: Yeah, it’s like some Irish guy waving a British flag around.
Spanish Girl: Why you gotta be saying that? How do you know half my family ain’t Irish?
Black Guy: You want politics, you want diversity? L.E.S., baby, L.E.S., is where it’s at! –Karma, 1st Ave. Overheard by: Tibbie X
Girl #1: I hate how my body is cold but my face is freezing off.
Guy: You could wear a ski mask.
Girl #1: But then you look like a douche.
Girl #2: Yeah, like that guy [across the street].
Girl #1: He’s not wearing a ski mask. He’s black. –26th & 7th Overheard by: Ricki Lagotte
Woman: I ain’t havin’ no more babies out of wedlock. I mean I only got this one here but that’s it. He better put a ring on my finger if he want another one. –Ave B and 6th St.
Asian Kid: The fucking Triads are on your tail, bitch. Run!
Hispanic Kid: Fuck that! The Latin Kings will pump lead into your asses.
Black Kid: Nah, the Bloods and Crips will beat you down.
Jewish Kid: Yo…Um…I’ll get my yarmulke peoples to smack you all, son. What now nigga spic chink bitch ho? Suck my matzoh balls, bitch! –Canal Street Overheard by: Jonathan Harris
Screaming Black woman: Don’t you raise a knife to me! Don’t threaten me! That is not professional service! Don’t you know how to serve customers? Never raise a knife to a customer! You’re just lucky that there isn’t a black man in here. –To the man behind the counter in Dunkin Donuts, downtown Brooklyn