Mr. Big: So what have you been doing lately?
Carrie: You mean besides going out every night?
Mr. Big: Yeah. I mean, what do you do for work?
Carrie: Well, this is my work. I'm sort of a sexual anthropologist.
Mr. Big: You mean like a hooker?
Carrie: No. I write a column called 'Sex and the City.' Right now I'm researching an article about women who have sex like men. You know, they have sex and then afterwards they feel nothing.
Mr. Big: But you're not like that?
Carrie: Well, aren't you?
Mr. Big: Not a drop. Not even a half of a drop.
Carrie: Wow! What's wrong with you?

Mr. Big: Oh, I get it... You've never been in love.
Carrie: Oh yeah?

Mr. Big: What are you writing about this week?
Carrie: Well, I'm working on a story about men who date models. Any thoughts?
Mr. Big: Only that they're very lucky.

Mr. Big: I've been looking all over for you - here you are. Holding a tongue.
Carrie: Well, your message said you weren't coming.
Mr. Big: I thought I said I'd try to make it for an hour.
Carrie: Well, yeah, but then you said that...
Mr. Big: What? What did I say?
Carrie: Never mind, never mind. You're here, you have an hour, let's have a drink.
Mr. Big: Well, I was outside trying to get in for 30 minutes, inside looking for you for 20 minutes so that leaves me with just enough time to tell you that I'm out of time. You have fun.

Carrie: Same time, same place, just you and me.
Big: Well, sort of. Meet my friend Jack.
Carrie: Oh, hi, how are you?
Jack: Marvelous. Going through my second divorce. Bitch is getting everything the first bitch didn't.

Mr. Big: Interesting dress.
Carrie: Meaning.
Mr. Big: Interesting dresss.

Big: What relgion are you?
Carrie: I'm no one in particular, I'm open to all.
Big: Kinda, like a seven eleven.

Carrie: I just got back from a funeral.
Big: And, you thought of me, I'm flattered.

Big: I can tell you one thing, I sure did miss you, officially.
Carrie: Did you cry?
Big: No, but I did listen to a hellava lot of Sinatra.

Carrie: Do you believe in love at first sight?
Big: I believe in lust at first sight.

Carrie: I want you to know my friends better.
Big: I know your friends fine. Charlotte is the brunette, Miranda is the redhead, and Samantha is trouble.

(After Carrie gets off Mr. Big's car)
Carrie: Wait! Have you ever been in love?
Mr. Big: Abso-fucking-lutely.