Charlotte: I just know no matter how good I feel about myself, if I see Christy Turlington, I just want to 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: I began to realize that being beautiful is like having a rent-controlled apartment overlooking the park: completely unfair and usually bestowed upon those who deserve it least.

Carrie: I take that back. Beauty is fleeting, but a rent-controlled apartment overlooking the park is forever.

Miranda: When did all the men get together and decide that they were only going to get it up for giraffes with big breasts?

Samantha: I happen to love the way I look.
Miranda: You should. You paid enough for it.

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.

Samantha: Is he that bad in bed?
Miranda: No. He's just... he's a guy. He can rebuild a jet engine but when it comes to a woman... What's the big mystery? It's my clitoris, not the Sphinx.

Miranda: I'm sorry, if a man is over thirty and single, there's something wrong with him. It's Darwinian. They're being weeded out or propogating the species.
Carrie: Okay, well, what about us?
Miranda: We're just choosy.

Miranda: Orgasm? A major thing in a relationship?
Charlotte: Yeah, but not the only thing. I mean, orgasms don't send you Valentine's day cards and they don't hold your hand in a sad movie.
Carrie: Mine do.

Carrie: When Charlotte really liked somebody she said their whole name. It helped her picture their future monogrammed towels.

Miranda: Whatever happened to aging gracefully?
Carrie: It got old.

Carrie: The reality was, the only thing that went down with any regularity on Charlotte's dates was a Gold American Express card.

Carrie: Hey, I don't need therapy. I need new friends!
Samantha: Look, we're as fucked up as you are. It's like the blind leading the blind.

Samantha: The only place you can control a man is in bed. If we perpetually gave men blow jobs we could run the world!
Carrie: And at least our hands would be free to greet dignitaries and stuff.

Carrie: Sports night: every female's fantasy. A room full of captive heterosexual men all looking to be distracted during commercial breaks.

Carrie: Your girl is lovely, Hubble.
Big: I don't get it.
Carrie: And you never did.

Carrie: You broke up with James because he was too small. This guy's too big. Who are you, Goldicocks?
Samantha: Yep! I'm looking for one that's juuuust right.

Carrie: There is no way that the love that I had with Big is the same thing that he has with Natasha.
Miranda: "Natasha?" When did you stop calling her "the idiot stick figure with no soul?"

Charlotte: I can't believe you're dating a politician. You're not even registered to vote!
Carrie: It's the undecideds they're really after.

Carrie: I figured we made a good match. I was adept at fashion; he was adept at politics. And really, what's the difference? They're both about recycling shop-worn ideas and making them seem fresh and inspiring.

Mr. Big: Hey, have you got a light? Carrie: I quit. Mr. Big: Aw, we always used to share a cigarette together.
Carrie: We did a lot of things that were bad for me together

Miranda: Why didn't you just get an automatic?
Carrie: I love this car! It goes with my outfit

Carrie: Yes, I'd like a cheeseburger, please, large fries and a cosmopolitan.

Carrie: The only thing that I have ever successfully made in the kitchen is a mess. And several little fires

Carrie: Someone once said that two halves make a whole. And when two halves move in together, it makes a whole lot of stuff.

Carrie: I used to think those people who sat alone at Starbucks writing on their laptops were pretentious posers. Now I know: They are people who have recently moved in wtih someone.

Samantha: All married couples stop having sex eventually.
Miranda: That's not true, you've had sex with plenty of married people.
Samantha: That's how I know!

Samantha: Would you like another cocktail?
Carrie: No, no, no, I can't be drunk on the plane. I want to arrive stunning and impossibly fresh looking.

Carrie: I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love. And I don't think that love is here in this expensive suite in this lovely hotel in Paris.

Carrie: Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous

Big: It took me a really long time to get here, but I'm here. Carrie, you're the one.

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