11/4 34th Street

Preaching Hobo: This year they raise your rent. And the year after. Soon you have to shoot them. You know this.

11/7 Midtown

Drunk British Dad with one arm around his teenage son's shoulders: We've stopped walking. Why've we stopped walking?
Sober British Son: There's a light. Now, let's try to be a little less drunk now, shall we?