Hobo: It’s not like I even mean to keep talking. I don’t wanna keep talking. They fucked up when they started making Taco Bell Doritos. They take away the molasses! Why? Because they know I like it. I smoked crack with the FBI. Hasta la vista, nigger. Next time I see you, I’m gonna blow crack smoke into your head, you fucking bitch. –W Train
Bitch: Oh hi! We were just speaking very poorly about you! –Art Gallery, SoHo Overheard by: Tibbie X
Man #1: They’re just a bunch of high-class lowlifes.
Man #2: Yeah, and I’m one of them! –D’Agastino’s, 26th St. Overheard by: Megan Buckley
Drunk: Where’s my boy, man? –Odessa, Ave. A
Lowlife: I hate shopping.
Yuppie: You have to love it, because we really need to avoid this look. –W. 8th & Broadway Overheard by: Tibbie X
Teen subway dancer: Why you opening your mouth? No one’s talking to you.
Kid subway dancer: That’s why I got a mouth. So I can talk.
Teen subway dancer: I don’t like nosey niggers.
Kid subway dancer: At least I don’t sleep outside! –D Train
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
Ranch One Flyer Guy: Ranch One. [pushes flyer]
Lady: Ugh, get away from me.
Ranch One Flyer Guy: Screw you!
Man on cell: I’ve got an idea. How about you go fuck yourself?…Say what? You don’t think so?
A guido is wearing a black jumpsuit and hat when a middle aged woman approaches him.
Woman: Hey…cowboy hat, eh?
Guido: (tips hat) You got that right.
Woman: And is that…velour too, huh?
Guido: You bet. Only the finest.
Woman: Don’t even tell me. You wearing a g-string under that?
Guido: Actually, how did you know? –MSG Overheard by: Jay G