Puerto Rican Teenager #1 in Williamsburg: “Hey, calling someone else gay means that you’re gay!” Puerto Rican Teenager #2: “Are you calling me gay? ARE YOU CALLING ME GAY? I’m not gay! Bring any woman out here right now, and I will fuck her in front of you all, in front of the world. Anyone. Do it, right now! I will show the whole world that I am not gay! Do you hear me? Do you hear me? I AM NOT GAY!”
Four teenagers in a convertible at a stop-sign speaking about me as I cross the street right in front of them, in Vancouver: “Hey, he looks Jewish!”
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
HS Girl: That’s all she talks about. She watches Star Trek, she talks about Star Trek, she gets Star Trek tattoos all over her body.
HS Guy: At least my tattoo is cool. –4 Train Overheard by: Kaitlen
Teen guy: Pardon me, miss…did you know I have tremendous nipples? –Donnell Library, W. 53rd Street
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.”
Boy: Yo, that’s an oxymoron. That’s like saying ‘Peter picked a pail of pickles’ and he’s a vegetarian. –Q111 bus, Jamaica Ave
Teen Girl #1: …and like it felt like something was crawling…it felt weird.
Teen Girl #2: Didya scratch?
Teen Girl #1: Hell naw! What I’ma look like, scratchin’ my crotch in front of the whole class? –D train
Teenage guy: Dude, I just coughed up a little speck of blood. Do you think I could have another cigarette or is that a bad idea? –68th & Amsterdam Overheard by: Cully
Teen girl: Do you wanna get cookies?
Teen guy: Nah. Look, it says “serves four”. Those must be some bigass motherfucking cookies. –KFC, 14th St.