Hipster Chick: So she’s the heiress to like–what, K-mart or some shit?–and she can’t afford to buy us all drinks? Fuck her! –D Train
An art gallery has an exhibit of old record covers. Hipster girl: People dressed so retro back in those days. –Soho
A DJ who has gotten too big for her britches finishes playing a Rubber Rodeo song.
Indie guy: Great song. So…you’ve got my info?
Miss DJ: Yes. I have your e-mail. We’ll be in touch.
Mr Bartender: If you’re going to be in touch with that boy, can I watch? –Mondo, Bar 169
Hipster, sitting in a cafe for two hours chatting on his cell phone: You will never do anything if you procrastinate. –Atlas Cafe, Williamsburg
Man (to hipstress): You should get a tattoo of Ben Franklin. –22nd & Park Ave South Overheard by: Matt Law
Hipster Dude: That reminds me of the invention of penicillin.
Hipster Chick: Uh huh.
Hipster Dude: You see they discovered penicillin when they observed…
Hipster Chick: Uh huh. –Ave A and 6th St. Overheard by: Cityrag.com
Female Hipster, singing: Boom boom boom, let’s go back to my room…
Male Hipster: I remember when that song came out–that was the dirtiest song imaginable! – Lolita
Hipster: Hey, that’s my favorite song! It’s by Philip Glass! – Alt.coffee, after employee stopped a CD playing in the background that had skipped and repeated the same sound for a few minutes.
Hipster: I wouldn’t smoke to go into that health food store – Bedford Ave, outside health food store
Hipster: That’s the phone booth where I lost my virginity! – Bedford Ave, Williamsburg