Carrie: You've never called me your girlfriend before?
Mr Big: Of course I have, just not to your face.

Carrie: You're a half hour late. Your doorman things I'm a hooker.
Mr Big: Did you make any money?
Carrie: Not funny!

I fucking love you alright, you know I do. It's just a tough thing for me to say, because it always seems to get me in trouble when I say it.

Mr. Big: This isn't about us. This is about work!
Carrie: No, this isn't about work. This is about us getting closer and you getting so freaked out that you have to put an ocean between us.

Carrie: You said that you love me?
Mr Big: I do!
Carrie: Then why does it hurt so fucking much.

Carrie: Why is it so hard for you to factor me into your life in any real way?
Mr Big: I guess old habits die hard.

Big: That's some outfit kid.
Carrie: Oh, really, you think? Well, if you like this one, you'd love the one being held hostage on seventy-fourth and Lex.

Big: What was that back there?
Carrie: I don't know.
Big: Can't we have a conversation anymore?
Carrie: I don't know, can we?
Big: Around Brooklyn, there's going to be a mutiny. Pass it on.
Carrie: That's a spiffy opener.
Big: I try.

Big: I thought about it, and it's going to cost me a lot, so maybe, you should forget about what I said. I figured, I made my bed I should lie in it.
Carrie: You do that.

Big: I've got a secret to tell you. I'ts not working, I'm getting out. If you know anyone whose interested?
Carrie: You should keep that to yourself, no one is interested in that information.

Big: So, how are you?
Carrie: Great!
Big: And Daniel Boone, is he a nice guy?
Carrie: His name is Aidan.
Big: Where's your sense of humor?
Carrie: Where's your wife?
Big: Guarding her bid on a silent acution. She's got her eye on a beige chair. Everything in my apartment is now beige. Beige, is bull shit.
Carrie: I thought you wanted beige?
Big: Yea, well, it doesn't quite fit.

Carrie: How many drinks have you had?
Big: Not nearly enough.