The following were overheard during my recent trip to NYC and in the few days since my return. As usual, context will be kept to a minimum.

Forky: (re: Mamma Mia.)It's awful. It's Sex in the city meets ABBA on an island.

Rector: (re: The Episcopalian manner of taking communion.) We do not pick at our Lord.

Forky: I got a wad of hair in my ear bag, okay?

Cach: How did he get all his money?
Fork: By selling log cabins to the Japanese. Duh. And now he's the secretary of commerce.

Fork: (From the perspective of a dog in a sweater.) All the other dogs are laughing at me but you can't hear it because it's too high-pitched.

Forky: (re: Gay flesh eating bacteria.) It sounds like zombies. It's hard to tell who's got the gay flesh eating bacteria and who's just going to see Wicked.

Beeki: Chubby back-scratchers. 11:00.

Beeki: (re: The Giants beating the Packers.) I can't help it! I'm happy for them. Look at how happy they are!
Cach: Yeah, but an entire other city is sad.
Beeki: Yes, but a whole other city is happy.
Cach: But that city is New York City. And God hates New York City.