Sunday in the Park

"You're not supposed to talk. Christo wants you to be contemplative when you walk through The Gates."

"This isn't saffron orange. This is Ikea orange."

A woman, to her pet bloodhound: "I'm sorry, did you misunderstand the 'leave it' part?"

Appreciative crowds, holding thumbs up and calling out to the limo motorcade carrying Christo and Jeanne-Claude: "Thank you!"

"That's got to be her. Nobody else has hair like that."

A man speaking into a cellphone in the Delacorte Theatre rest room: "Am I done? Yes!"

A man with a Polish accent: "How much did it cost the city?"
Monitor: "Zero."
Man: "Really? Who paid for it?"
Monitor: "The artist."
Man: "How much did it cost?"
Monitor: "About $20 million."
Man: "For that, you could clean up some neighborhoods or feed some people."

"I wish I had 10% of his P.R. skills."
"Great. Then you'd have 30 gates in your backyard."

A couple, looking across the Conservatory pond at 927 Fifth Ave.:
"It's the Dakota building."
"It is not the Dakota building."
"It is the Dakota building."

"They tore down the nest."

"I'm trying to dehumanize you as a woman."

"Did you see the artist Christo and, uh, Jeanne-Claude? Her hair is this color."

"Yeah, a threesome. It's called Philosophy in the Boudoir."

A man pointing to a chihuahua: "That looks like my ferret."
"What does your ferret eat?"
"Everything."
"So it's an omnivore?"
"What's that?"
"Someone who eats everything. What do you feed it?"
"Chicken."
"Then it's a poultrytarian."

At the statue of The Indian Hunter, by John Quincy Adams Ward: "Who is it?"
"He doesn't have a name."
"You can make it up!"

"Kind of like this, except imagine umbrellas."

"I'd like them if they were fuschia."

"It's Target's color of the year."

"I didn't know you were supposed to wear orange, too."

"I am so done with The Gates."