Woman: (running frantically with her husband to a stationary M4 bus at 68th St.) Stop!!!!
Woman: (to bus driver) So, what do I do with this?
THEY SQUISH ALONG BUS TO MIDDLE
Woman: New York buses are so confusing! and crowded. Husband: Yep. Woman: (adoringly) You are so good at figuring this out! I never could.
Woman: The waitress at that restaurant wasn’t very nice. Husband: Nope.
Woman: Where are we? Husband: 74th. No, 72nd. Woman: Where are we going? Husband: 79th. Woman: Does it stop at every street? Husband: No, it seems to be stopping every three streets. Or every two streets. Woman: Where are we now? Husband: 74th. Woman: We’re getting close. Husband: Yep, we’re going to 79th Woman: Does it stop at 79th? Husband: I don’t know. Woman: How do we get it to stop? Husband: I don’t know. Woman: Where are we now? Husband: 74th.