Samantha Jones Quotes
Charlotte: It's because women really just want to be rescued.
Carrie: (voiceover) There it was. The sentence independent single women in their thirties are never supposed to think, let alone say out loud.
Charlotte: I'm sorry but it's true. I've been dating since I was fifteen. I'm exhausted. Where is he?
Miranda: Who? The white knight?
Samantha: That only happens in fairy tales.
Charlotte: My hair hurts.
Samantha: I just want you to know that my fireman was every bit the fantasy I had in mind.
Miranda: New York's finest.
Carrie: That's cops.
Miranda: Whatever.
Charlotte: I think it's wrong to sleep with a man just to fulfill a certain fantasy.
Samantha: Please, all the men we sleep with fulfill a certain fantasy.
Carrie: Or nightmare.
(to Charlotte) You fantasized a man with a Park Avenue apartment and nice big stock portfolio. For me it's a fireman with a nice big hose.
Miranda: Okay. They don't make Cosmopolitans. It's Staten Island Iced Tea.
Samantha: Is that like a Long Island Iced Tea?
Miranda: I think so. (takes a sip) Hello I'm drunk.
Samantha: Carrie, you can't date your fuck buddy.
Carrie: Say it a little louder. I don't think the old lady in the last row heard you.
Samantha: You wanna take the only person who's in your life purely for sex, no strings attached, and turn him into a human being? Why?
Miranda: Isn't it funny, what I hate in life, I love in sex?
Samantha: So, how about you just limit your contact with him to just sex.
Miranda: Oh, that's a nice healthy relationship.
Charlotte: Excuse me. Fuck buddy? What is a fuck buddy?
Samantha: Oh, come on.
Carrie: A fuck buddy is a guy you probably dated once or twice, but it didn't really go anywhere, but the sex was so great, you sorta of keep him on call.
Samantha: He's like dial-a-dick.
It's slim pickings out there. You can't swing a Fendi purse without knocking over five losers.
Carrie: Isn't part of the whole break up process that you get free rein to whine to your friends?
Charlotte: Of course you do!
Miranda: But, maybe you should think about whinning to a shrink.
Carrie: Why should I pay someone when we can talk for free and then go get drinks or whatever? I don't need professional help, I've got you guys.
Samantha: For another ten minutes.
Miranda: Then we're cutting you off, cold turkey.
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: Well, of course you pick the wrong guys. Jesus, I coulda told you that.
Carrie: Frankly, I thing I picked the wrong therapist. She thought I was a game player.
Charlottle: You have to be. It's the only way to deal with men.
Miranda: That's healthy. Relationships are not about playing games. They're about mature and honest communication.
Carrie: This coming from a woman whose playing peek a boo with her neighbor.
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: At least our hands would be free to greet dignitaries and stuff.
