Samantha: That's the thing about the Brazilian. It makes you do crazy things. You have to be very careful who you invite to Brazil.
Samantha: Drinking with three blondes! I guess that's a regular day for you.
Hugh Hefner: A slow one, yes.
Charlotte: We're having Trey's sperm tested.
Miranda: Is it not doing well in school?
Aidan: Well, if Miranda doesn't want the kid, can't she just give it to Charlotte?
Carrie: No... it's not like a sweater.
Carrie: I made him swear on Chanel.
Miranda: Well, as long as he took the oath of fabric!
Samantha: If it's so hard to get pregnant, how do you account for the number of crying children on planes?
Charlotte: We're not barren, we're reproductively challenged!
Carrie: Someone once said that two halves make a whole. And when two halves move in together, it makes a whole lot of stuff.
Courtney, <showing Carrie her book cover>: Let me talk you through it. Blurred background, aah, faced paced city. And you, naked with nothing but your ideas.
Carrie: I get it. But, see, no matter how fast paced the city, I always manage to get my clothes on before I leave the apartment.
Enid: That's the key to having it all: stop expecting it to look like what you thought it was going to look like. It's true of the fall lines, and it's true of relationships.
Samantha: Tell me why we're going to this again?
Carrie: She's an old friend going through a breakup. We're being supportive.
Samantha: On a Friday night?
Charlotte: She tried to kill herself!
Miranda: It was six Advil!
Charlotte: On an empty stomach!
Charlotte: Carrie, you have to know where he's been so you know what you're getting.
Samantha: As long as what you get doesn't itch, I say you're fine.
Samantha: You know what I think? I think, don't do that.
Carrie: What?
<Samantha does an impression of Carrie's pout.>
Carrie: Well, I'm sorry, I'm upset.
Samantha: Well, don't be! You'll be even more upset when your face is all lined.
<Miranda can fit into her "skinny jeans.">
Charlotte: How'd you do it?
Miranda: Well, I got pregnant, became a single mother, and stopped having any time to eat.
Samantha: Oh, that's a diet I won't be trying.
Stanford: God, I hate him. Come on, we're going over there.
Marcus: Why?
Stanford: Because you're in a tank top.

