A: You know, we’re packed in here like…
B: Don’t say it. Hello, my fellow fish. It’s a fine kettle, I know.
A: This isn’t a subway crowd. It’s a funeral in a studio apartment. Where’s the corpse, I always ask. Judging by this crowd, we might have several takers.
B: Thankfully, everyone here’s wearing deodorant. Sniff…hold on, not everybody.
A: I’m so squeezed, I keep thinking someone’s picking my pocket. Looking at the mugs here, who can blame me?
C: Look, you two, I’m listening to you clowns and I’ve about had it.
A: Hey, a concerned citizen. Next stop, you could depart, give us some breathing room. I hear the muggings end at daybreak so you’d be fine.
B: I’ve refrained from using profanity. Now, you got me rethinking that.
C: You comedians, we’re all in this together. Trying to get to work. Cut the Henny Youngman routine.
A: Henny Youngman? Man, you shouldn’t be here but on the trolley.
B: I think we just passed the Wright Brothers’ plane. Aren’t you usually on that?
C: Real funny.
A: Another stop. Man, more people!
B: Cattle, I say! Moo!
D: You guys move in a little there?
A: Oh, a new guy.
B: He’s going to say it. Don’t say it.
D: We’re packed in here like sardines!
A: Man, he said it.
B: Someone get me off this thing.