Charlotte: I just know no matter how good I feel about myself, if I see Christy Turlington, I just wanna give up.
Miranda: Well I just want to tie her down and force feed her lard, but that's the difference between you and me.
Carrie: <to Big> We're so over we need a new word for over.
Detective: You Irish?
Miranda: No, why?
Detective: Coz you have beautiful red hair.
Miranda: Well I guess anybody can be Irish with the right colorist.
Carrie: There are 1.3 million single men in New York, 1.8 million single women, and of these more than 3 million people, about 12 think they're having enough sex.
Miranda: Whatever happened to aging gracefully?
Carrie: It got old.
Samantha's terrified to get an AIDS test...
Samantha: What if I have it?
Carrie: You don't have it.
Samantha: Sometimes it takes me a really long time to get over a cold.
Carrie: That's not AIDS, that's central air conditioning.
Miranda: They're starting to die on us.
Charlotte: Oh my god.
Samantha: Well at least you weren't stood up.
Miranda: 35 and they're dying. We should just give up now.
Carrie: Well, on the bright side, this could explain why they don't call back.
Samantha: Hmm.
Charlotte: How did he... ?
Miranda: Heart attack.
Samantha: Oh.
Miranda: At the gym.
Carrie: See, this is why I don't work out.
<Upon seeing a firefighter stripper>
Samantha: Hello, 911. I'm on fire!
Mr. Big: Nice dress.
Carrie: Meaning?
Mr. Big: Nice dress.
<after hearing Big is moving to Napa, California>
Carrie: If your tired of New York you take a napa, you don't move to Napa!
<Charlotte, on seeing the tacky floral arrangement at Miranda's mother's funeral>
Charlotte: They were supposed to say I'm sorry, I love you' not 'You're dead, let's disco!.
Samantha: <to the girls> I think I have monogamy. I caught it from you.
Carrie: Yes, it's airborne.
Charlotte: I was a teen model when the Ralph Lauren store opened in New Haven.
Miranda: Okay, it was amazing that I could keep my lunch down just now.
Miranda: Wow! A guy who doesn't want to get married! Film at eleven!
Charlotte: So, which church does his mother go to?
Carrie: Park Avenue Presbyterian.
Charlotte: Good church! It's one of the best on the east side!
Carrie: What, are you rating churches? Is there a Zagat guide for that?
Miranda: Four stars. Great bread; disappointing wine selection.

