Miranda: Do any of you have a completely unremarkable friend or maybe a houseplant I could go to dinner with on Saturday night?
Carrie: Are we simply romantically challenged, or are we sluts?
Samantha: Men aren't that complicated. They're kind of like plants.
Carrie: When Charlotte really liked a guy, she said his whole name - it helped her to imagine their future monogrammed towels.
Samantha: Last night I could not stop thinking about a Big Mac. I finally had to get dressed, go out and pick up a guy.
Carrie: I thought I had come to terms with my looks the year I turned thirty, when I realized I no longer had the energy to be completely superficial.
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.
Samantha: Men, they may have you on your knees, but you've got them by the balls.
Carrie: Our affair, like our hotels, had gone from elegant with crystal to seedy with plastic cups.
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.
Samantha: Normal is the halfway point between what you want and what you can get.
Miranda: I love how they say 'until recently, the bride 'worked'.'
Carrie: Yeah, meaning she quit her job as soon as she found her soul-mate-slash-investment-banker.
Miranda: Wow! A guy who doesn't want to get married! Film at eleven!
Carrie: Honey, if it hurts so much, why are we going shopping?
Samantha: I have a broken toe, not a broken spirit.
Miranda: Whatever happened to aging gracefully?
Carrie: It got old.
Samantha: Your parents named you Jerry Jerrod? No wonder you drank.
Carrie: My Zen teacher also said the only way to true happiness is to live in the moment and not be worried about the future.
Samantha: There isn't enough wall space in New York City to hang all of my exes. Let me tell you, a lot of them were hung.
Carrie: Married people don't hate singles, they just want us 'figured out'.
Miranda: Men - wait, let me rephrase that - some men...
Carrie: Good move, counselor. That will look much better on the court transcripts of this dinner.
Samantha: My name's Samantha and I'm a loveaholic.
Stanford: It's so not fair. All the good ones are straight... even the gay ones.
Miranda: He has to get baptized and wear a dress.
Carrie: Baby's first drag show!
Carrie: Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.
Guy: This floor's non smoking!
Carrie: I have an addiction, sir!
Stanford: Oh my God, look at him. It's like he travels with his own personal lighting director.
Charlotte: Trey, I am tired of being married to your penis.
Carrie: If you keep talking like that I'm going to have to charge you by the minute.
Carrie: Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe, you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.
Charlotte: You dated Mr. Big. I'm dating Mr. Too Big.
Big: I never really thought about it.
Carrie: Oh come on. Everybody wonders what happens after you die.
Big: I'm too busy wondering who's dinging my car in the garage.
Carrie: And then I realized something, twenty-something girls are just fabulous, until you see one with the man who broke your heart.
Carrie: Come on, you wouldn't commit to a nice guy, given the chance?
Stanford: I can't even commit to a long distance carrier.
Samantha: Well, I remember when Danny had more than one thought, and they all involved going up my ass.
Carrie: Ooh! I forgot about the washer and dryer! I've been dreaming about that my whole New York life!
