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Four female New Yorkers gossip about their sex-lives (or lack thereof) and find new ways to deal with being a woman in the 90s.
Samantha: You men have no idea what we're dealing with down there. Teeth placement, and jaw stress, and suction, and gag reflex, and all the while bobbing up and down, moaning and trying to breathe through our noses. Easy? Honey, they don't call it a job for nothing.
Carrie: The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them, and others you don't. But, in the end, they're the people you always come home to. Sometimes it's the family you're born into and sometimes it's the one you make for yourself.
Samantha: Fuck me badly once, shame on you. Fuck me badly twice, shame on me.
Carrie: The universe may not always play fair, but at least it's got a hell of a sense of humor.
Samantha: You dated Mr. Big. I'm dating Mr. Too Big.
Carrie: I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it.
Carrie: Have you ever been in love? Mr. Big: Abso-fucking-lutely
Carrie: Your girl is lovely Hubbell. Mr. Big: I don't get it. Carrie: And you never did.
Samantha: The country runs better with a good looking man in the White House. I mean, look what happened with Nixon; no one wanted to fuck him, so he fucked everyone.
Charlotte: How can you forget a guy you've slept with? Carrie: Toto, I don't think we're in single digits anymore.
Carrie: I revealed too much too soon. I was emotionally slutty.
Carrie: Here, swear. Swear on Chanel.
Carrie: Balls are to men what purses are to women. It's just a little bag, but we'd feel naked in public without it.
Miranda: What's the big mystery? It's my clitoris, not the sphinx. Carrie: I think you just found the title of your autobiography.
Charlotte: Is it so much to ask that you not wear your dress up around your see-you-next-Tuesday? Samantha: My what? Charlotte: See... you... next Carrie: Tuesday? Oh my god, was that a Schoolhouse Rock I missed?
Miranda: Sexy is what I try to get them to see after I win them over with my personality.
Samantha: I remember when Danny had more than one thought, and they all involved going up my ass. Charlotte: You had sex with Danny? Samantha: Sure, he's cute, straight and we've known him for ten years. Haven't we all had sex with Danny? Carrie: Oh yeah, that one weekend I was bored. Charlotte: Just a New Year's Eve kiss. Miranda: I showed him a boob in a coat checkroom. Carrie: Just one? Miranda: I sensed he couldn't commit.
Carrie: It's a slippery slope. First you're going once a week, and then it's three times a week, and then the next thing you know, you're starting every sentence with, "My shrink says". Miranda: My shrink says thats a very common fear.
Carrie: So what are we going to do? Sit around bars, sipping Cosmos and sleeping with strangers when we're eighty?
Miranda: I once was broken up with by a guy's doorman: "I'm sorry Ms. Hobbes, Jonathan won't be coming down. Ever."
Miranda: Do any of you have a completely unremarkable friend or maybe a houseplant I could go to dinner with on Saturday night?
Natasha: Yes, I'm sorry about it all. I'm sorry that he moved to Paris and fell in love with me. I'm sorry we ever got married. I'm sorry he cheated on me with you, and I'm sorry that I pretended to ignore it for as long as I did. I'm sorry I found you in my apartment, fell down the stairs, and broke my tooth. I'm very sorry that after much painful dental surgery, this tooth is still a different color than this tooth. Finally, I'm very sorry that you felt the need to come down here. Now not only have you ruined my marriage, you've ruined my lunch.
Charlotte: Will you please not use the f-word in Vera Wang?
Samantha: I once dated a guy 'cause he had a pool. I'd go over and get all cocoa-buttered up. His mom brought my Kool-Aid Carrie: Kool-Aid? Samantha: Yeah, I was thirteen! And honey, you should have seen my tan!
Miranda: After years of odd men, God is throwing me a bone. Carrie: And possibly a boner as well.
Samantha: I'm a tri-sexual. I'll try anything once.
Samantha: You have a lot of nerve telling me to get a wax. If you were in Aruba the natives could bead your back. And it's not just there: every time I blow you I feel like I'm flossing.
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.
Stanford: Oh, my god, she's fashion roadkill!
Miranda: I said no white, no ivory, no nothing that says 'virgin'. I have a child. The jig is up.
Samantha: What am I supposed to say? "Hi, this is my lesbian lover. And p.s.: I'm done with dick"?
Miranda: Soulmates only exist in the Hallmark aisle at Duane Reid Drugs.
Stanford: It's so not fair. All the good ones are straight... even the gay ones.
Miranda: I didn't tell Walker I was pregnant. Carrie: Miranda! Miranda: It didn't come up! If Walker had said to me, "Have you given birth recently?", I would have said, "Well, first of all, define recently."
Charlotte: I read that if you don't have sex for a year, you can actually become "revirginized".
Miranda: I'm dating skid-marks guy. When your boyfriend is so comfortable that he cannot be bothered to wipe his ass, that's the end of romance, right there.
Carrie: It's the end of an era.
Anthony Marantino: I am sleeping and walking! Sleeping and walking! How am I doing that?
Charlotte: We finally have the penis working. I don't want to scare it.
Miranda: I'm gonna ask you an unpleasant question now- why did you ever say yes? Carrie: The man you love kneels down in the street and offers you a ring, you say yes that's what you do.
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.
Miranda: Okay, I'm definitely in the slow sexual group if even Charlotte is open to this.
Samantha: I'll admit I have had to polish myself off once or twice, but yes, when I RSVP to a party, I make it my business to come.
Miranda: I'm fine... but Charlotte, maybe your "hmmm hmmm" would like an order of fries?
Charlotte: Can you have an affair with your own husband?
Samantha: Well, I don't know how you people do it. All that emotional chow-chow. It's exhausting.
Samantha: You get married and hope for the best. If it doesn't work out you'll get divorced. You can take tap with Bojangles over here. Carrie: No I can't take a vow of for ever and ever if what I mean is for the forseeable future. I couldn't do that to Aiden.
Charlotte: Allow me to get right to the point. After careful consideration, I have decided that this is the year I am getting married.
Stanford: I don't like having anything inserted in my anus, even though it may come as a surprise.
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 you day. You get a day.