—What is that smell?

—Is that vomit?

—Jesus. How many bums are inside this car? I can't breathe!

—Please stop talking, crazy homeless man. You're making the rest of us very uncomfortable.

—Am I the only non-black person aboard?

—Shit. Beggar at three o'clock. He's using his son too! Gotta look preoccupied…

—What the hell, lady? Clipping your fingernails on the train?

—Sweet, reading material. Oh but it's RedEye… Eh, whatever.

—Guh. Must 'maintenance' work during the day? I could walk faster than this.

—I'm so lonely.