Carrie: I wanted a man who'd commit, not a man who was committed. Apparently we have to be more specific.
Carrie: Bet you can't get steaks like this in your little Napa village, now can ya?
Big: Where do you think this cattle comes from, a ranch on Canal Street?
Carrie: Sometimes you need a second opinion with doctors, real estate, men...
Carrie: Men in their forties are like the New York Times Sunday crossword puzzle -- tricky, complicated, and you're never really sure you got the right answer.
<after the ballet... >
Carrie: Oh god, I love Sleeping Beauty -- the music, the sets, the costumes -- it's so romantic.
Stanford: You only like it coz she gets to sleep for a hundred years and she doesn't age.
Stanford: It's so brutal out there. Even guys like me don't want guys like me. I just don't have that gay look.
Carrie: I dunno, you look pretty gay to me. C'mon, maybe it's just a phase.
Stanford: Puberty is a phase. Fifteen years of rejection is a lifestyle.
Miranda: How does it happen that four such smart women have nothing to talk about but boyfriends? It's like seventh grade with bank accounts.
Carrie: No matter who broke your heart or how long it takes to heal, you'll never get through it without your friends.
Carrie: The reality was, the only thing that went down with any regularity on Charlotte's dates was a Gold American Express card.
Miranda: You haven't had a crush since Big.
Carrie: Big wasn't a crush. He was a crash.
Carrie: Someone's definition of what constitutes cheating is in direct proportion to how much they themselves want to cheat.
Miranda: That's moral relativism!
Carrie: I prefer to think of it as quantum cheating.
Samantha: You have a lot of nerve telling me to get a wax. If you were in Aruba the natives could bead your back.
Carrie: If by "going" you mean being taken against my will and kidnapped, then yes I'm going. So, enjoy me now, ladies, because this weekend I am Patty Hearst in a mud puddy. I'm a hick town hostage.
Carrie: The only thing I've ever successfully made in the kitchen is a mess. And several small fires.
Miranda: After years of odd men, God is throwing me a bone.
Carrie: And possibly a boner as well.
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