Hang on honey, you don't fall in love with Mr. Pussy. You enjoy him and then set him free.

Samantha

I don't understand why women are so obsessed with getting married? I mean married people just want to be single again, if you're single the world is your smorgasbord.

Samantha

You can tell everything about a person by who their friends are.

Miranda

We all get freaked out from time to time, but we keep trying because you have to figure, if the world fattest twins can find love there's hope for all of us. Somewhere, out there, there's another little freak who'll love us, understand us, will kiss our three heads and make it all better.

Carrie

(the girls are jogging in the park)
Charlotte: Cute, who's that?
Miranda: An Ophthalmologist I once faked orgasms with.
Carrie: Ok, we're officially stopping.
Miranda: I only slept with him twice. The first time I faked it because it was never going to happen, and the second time I had to fake it because I faked it the first time.

Samantha: Relationships have been on a decline since women came out of the cave, looked around, and said, "This isn't so hard."
Carrie: Okay, so you don't need a man, but you still want one.
Samantha: Oh honey, I want more than one.
Carrie: I can't decide whether you represent our future or our demise.
Samantha: I am the future!

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.

If Big had any class he would've moved away, I was here first.

Carrie

Me, James and his tiny penis, we're one big happy family.

Samantha

(They are all standing in front of the locker room doors of Yankee stadium waiting for the "New Yankee")
Samantha: (as a ball player walks in front of them) Did you see that bulge?
Miranda: Ummm....he was wearing a cup.
Samantha: Well honey, his cup runneth over.

Samantha is crying
Carrie: What's going on, why are you crying?
Samantha: James has a small dick.
Carrie: Well, it's not the end of the world.
Samantha: It's really small.
Miranda: How small?
Samantha: Too small.
Carrie: Well, size isn't everything....
Samantha: Three inches.....
Carrie: Well....
Samantha: Hard!
Charlotte: Is he a good kisser?
Samantha: Oh, who the fuck cares! His dick is like a gherkin!

Carrie: Oh, look we've all been there.
Miranda: That's for sure. I was once with a guy the size of those little miniature golf pencils, I couldn't tell if he was trying to fuck me or erase me.
(Carrie starts laughing and Samantha begins to cry)
Carrie: I'm sorry...it's just...it's funny.