Mom: But, honey, it’s important that you look nice when you go to school and that everything matches.
Six-year-old girl: Mom, it’s not how I look that’s important — it’s about my education.
Wethersfield, Connecticut
Overheard by: too cute!
Mom: But, honey, it’s important that you look nice when you go to school and that everything matches.
Six-year-old girl: Mom, it’s not how I look that’s important — it’s about my education.
Wethersfield, Connecticut
Overheard by: too cute!
Girl #1, in lunch line: What’s wrong with him?
Girl #2: I mean, he seems like a really nice guy… And I’m not into nice guys.
Yale University
New Haven, Connecticut
Eight-year-old: You should never say ‘Oh my G-O-D.’ That’s bad.
20-ish brother: Oh my god!
Eight-year-old: You can’t say that! That’s bad!
20-ish brother: Okay. Jesus fucking Christ!
Connecticut
Boyfriend: I couldn't get a new movie. The good ones were all out. I got this other one, though. The guy told me it was really good.
Girlfriend: What's the name of it?
Boyfriend: Just Cuz!
Girlfriend, looking at jacket: You mean Just Cause?
Norwich, Connecticut
Teen: I don't know. I always have great art on my toes.
Choate Rosemary Hall
Wallingford, Connecticut
Professor: When you’re late, Eric* will take down your name. The first time he’ll just tack a threatening note on your door. What did we decide you would do for the second tardy?
Eric: Slash their tires.
Professor: Right. And the third time we’ll make pornographic images of you on Photoshop and put them on the Internet.
Hartford, Connecticut
Overheard by: Claire
Six-year-old girl: Ask me what my favorite thing in the world is!
Mom: Okay, what’s your favorite thing in the world?
Six-year-old girl: Escargot!
Sherwood Diner
Westport, Connecticut
Little girl: You don’t like me!
Mother: If I didn’t like you, I’d throw you in the dumpster.
North Branford, Connecticut
Dejected neighbor: Yeah, I know. I’m more suited to kill werewolves than produce orgasms.
Derby, Connecticut
Overheard by: j
Guy: We're talking heroic amounts of porn.
Girl, laughing hysterically: Oh my god, what?
Guy: What?
Girl: How is “heroic” a unit of measurement?
Guy: No. I mean: if you met the guy, he'd be your hero.
Girl, still laughing, walking away: I can't.
Connecticut
Overheard by: LunaFish
