Samantha: I happen to love the way I look.
Miranda: You should, you paid enough for it.
Samantha: Hey! I resent that! I do not believe in plastic surgery. Well, not yet.

Charlotte: I just know that no matter how good I feel about myself, if I see Christy Turlington I just want to give up.
Miranda: Well I just want to tie her down and force feed her lard, but that's the difference between you and me.

Carrie: Is he gay?
Stanford: He denies it. How can anyone that gorgeous be straight?

I believe there is a curse put on the head of anybody who tries to fix up their friends.

Carrie

(voiceover) Modelizers are a particular breed. They're a step beyond womanizers, who will sleep with just about anything in a skirt. Modelizers are obsessed, not with women, but with models, who in most cities are safely confined to billboards and magazines, but in Manhattan, actually run wild on the streets turning the city into a virtual Model Country Safari where men can pet the creatures in their natural habitat. As if we didn't have enough problems!

Carrie

You turn into one of those married assholes, and I'll kill you.

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Carrie: Okay, I owe you. I didn't know that all of his buddies were gonna be married. Oh, my god, you're doing tequila shots?
Samantha (drunk): You see that buddy over there? I fucked him. You see that buddy over there? I fucked him too. I never thought I'd see them again.
Carrie: Well, maybe you should start tagging your married men and that way you can keep track of them.

He was like the flesh and blood equivalent of a DKNY dress. You know it's not your style but it's right there, so you try it on anyway.

Carrie

Samantha: You know, married women are threatened because we can have sex anytime, anywhere, and with anyone.
Carrie: We can?
Samantha: And they're afraid we're gonna have it anytime, anywhere with their husbands.
Charlotte: I would never sleep with a married man.
Smanatha: What makes you so sure you haven't? Wedding rings come off you know.

Everywhere I looked, people were standing in two's. It was like Noah's, upper west side rent-controlled ark.

Carrie

Charlotte: How did you happen to get a new boyfriend in a week?
Carrie: He's not my boyfriend, he's just somebody I'm trying on.

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