Trey: Charlotte, I want you to move back in, and get rid of this old apartment. Stay all night, every night, and wake up next to me every morning, and be my wife. Charlotte: You do? Trey: Yeah. I've talked it over with my penis, and we both agree.
(to Carrie's answering machine) Your good friend Miranda has just taken a piece of cake out of the garbage and eaten it. You will probably need this information when you check me into the Betty Crocker Clinic.
