Miranda: I just faked a sonogram.
Miranda: It's amazing. In a courtroom, reasonable doubt can get you off for murder. In an engagement, it makes you feel like a bad person.
Carrie: Great love stories are supposed to end with tragedy and tears, not papers from the law offices of Gold & Vogel.
Carrie: I'm homeless! I'll be a bag lady! A Fendi bag lady, but a bag lady!!
Miranda: "Best" is the worst.
Samantha: "Best" is like saying "not love."
Berger, <about Carrie's furry heels>: What do you have there, a pet?
<Berger is shocked by the price of a Prada shirt.>
Prada Salesguy: But you will wear it forever!
Berger: Yeah, I'd have to! Does it also somehow open into a small studio apartment?
Carrie, about Steve's new girlfriend: Well, did you see her?
Miranda: Just her shoes and her nails.
Miranda: Both acrylic.
Miranda: I just got Brady to sleep.
Dr. Leeds: Now, do you sing to him?
Miranda: Only if he's been bad.
<Carrie is crying in a restaurant.>
Big: She's fine. Can you bring some extra napkins... and some violins?
Cab Driver: No smoking in cab.
Carrie: Sir, we're talking up the butt, a cigarette is in order.
Carrie: But I rationalized that my new shoes shouldn't be punished just because I can't budget.
Amalita: Listen, I want you to come and meet the world's most fabulous man.
Carrie: Sounds like a trendy sideshow act.
Carrie: Faced with her own inadequacy, Samantha did something only Samantha could do -- she threw an I-don't-have-a-baby shower, to let everyone know she was fabulous.
<getting fitted for bridesmaids dresses...>
Charlotte: Carrie, you're right, you have to tell him. But not before the wedding, it's supposed to be my week.
Miranda: It's your day. You get a day. Not a week.
Charlotte: So, how are you?
Carrie: I'm good, how are you?
Carrie: I told Aidan about the affair and he broke up with me.
Charlotte: Trey and I never had sex on our honeymoon.
Carrie: You win. <pause> So should we get more coffee or should we get two guns and kill ourselves?
Samantha: I'm dating a guy with the funkiest tasting spunk.
Samantha: There isn't enough wall space in NYC to hang all of my exes. Let me tell you, a lot of them were hung.