Popular Sex and the City Quotes
Charlotte is trying to decide whether to have anal sex with a man she's dating.
Miranda: It all depends on how much you like him?
Charlotte: A lot.
Miranda: "Dating a few months until somebody better comes along a lot", or "marrying him and moving to the East Hampton's" a lot?
Charlottte: I don't know, I'm not sure.
Miranda: Well, you better get sure real quick.
Charlotte: You're scaring me.
Carrie: Don't scare her.
Miranda: It's all about control. If he goes up there, there's gonna be a shift in power, either he'll have the upper hand or you will. Now there's a certain camp that believe whoever holds the dick, holds the power. (Cab Driver turns around) Hello, you're driving! The question is, if he goes up your butt, will he respect you more or respect you less? That's the issue.
Cab Driver: No smoking in cab.
Carrie: Sir, were talking "up the butt", a cigarette is in order.
(Cuts to Samantha now in the cab)
Samantha: Front. Back. Who cares? A hole is a hole.
Miranda: Can I quote you?
Samantha: Don't be so judgmental. You could use a little back door.
Charlotte: I'm not a hole.
Carrie: Honey, we know.
Samantha: Look, all I'm saying is this is a physical expression, that the body, well, it was designed to experience. And p.s., it's fabulous.
Carrie: So, then what's really going on here? Do younger men feel safer?
Miranda: What's really going on here is sex. Good old-fashioned, eager to please, do what I tell you to, Eagle Scout sex.
Carrie: But, I'm not having sex. It's a kissing thing.
Miranda: So, what's the big deal? It's just a fling. It's not like we're throwing out our schedules or anything.
Carrie: Shouldn't we be dating men our own age?
Miranda: Good luck finding one. There are no available men in their 30's in New York, Giuliani had them removed along with the homeless.
Samantha: (on the phone) I am so fucked.
Carrie: What's wrong?
Samantha: No, I mean, literally. I have been fucked every way you can be fucked.
Carrie: If you keep talking like that, I'm gonna have to charge you by the minute. (goes to a voiceover) As I searched for my morning Marlboro light, Samantha proceed to give me a rundown of her night with Jon--no "H", no inhibitions. (voiceover ends)
Samantha: We did with him on top, me on top, me on my side.
Carrie: Him on his side?
Samantha: Oh, God, yes. On his back, on his side, on his face. Have you ever done that?
Carrie: It's too early to remember.
Samantha: Well, do it immediately. It is fabulous. These guys in their 20s, they are up for anything. How did it go with you and Sam?
Carrie: We kissed.
Samantha: Just kissed?
Carrie: No. We just kissed for five hours - at the club, in front of the club, on the corner of the club. I forgot how much fun it is to just kiss, you know, even if I did only get two hours of sleep.
Samantha: I didn't sleep at all.
Men, in their 40's are like the New York Times Sunday crossword puzzle; tricky, complicated and you're never really sure you've got the right answer.
Carrie
Skipper: They stopped making Martinis, so I got us two rum and cokes. Is that okay?
Miranda: Well, I hate rum, and I hate coke, but, thanks.
(listens to a message from Big on her answering machine)
Carrie: Oh, something came up he's not gonna meet me. Here, will you listen to this and tell me if you can figure out whether he's not meeting me as a date, or not meeting me as a friend?
(Miranda takes the phone)
Miranda: Alright.
Carrie (voiceover): Sometimes, you need a second opinion; with doctors, real estate, men.
Miranda: I have no idea. And I finished first in my litigation class.
Miranda: Where did Skipper go?
Charlotte: I don't know how you can date that younger guy? I mean, they're so scattered and unfocused.
Miranda: We're not dating, it's a fuck thing.
I don't know what I want. But I'm afraid if I don't you'll dump me. And if I do then I'll be up the butt girl. Men don't marry up the butt girl. Whoever heard of Mrs. Up The Butt?
Charlotte
(After Gilles has slept with Carrie, he leaves her a note and 1,000 dollars)
Miranda: (reading the note) 'Thanks for the beautiful day.' Must've been a hell of a beautiful day.
Carrie: Well, it was. We had such a fantastic connection, then he leaves me money. I don't understand. What exactly about me screams 'whore'?
Miranda: Besides the thousand dollars on the end table?
Samantha: I just can't believe you had dinner at Balzac. Wait a minute, I thought I ordered two eggs benedict and one spinach omelette.
Miranda: It's all right. I'll take the omelette.
Carrie: You know what you guys, this isn't right. We're gonna pay for all this ourselves, all right?
Samantha: He said order anything.
Miranda: The room service is one thing, but the money - uh-uh.
Samantha: What're you getting so uptight about? I mean, money is power. Sex is power. Therefore, getting money for sex is simply an exchange of power.
Miranda: Don't listen to the dime store Camille Paglia.
Carrie: I don't know whether to take it as an incredible compliment or as an incredible insult.
Samantha: Just take it, period.
Carrie: Well, I wouldn't know how to return it anyway because the one thing he didn't leave me was his phone number.
Miranda: He paid in full. What more is there to talk about?
Samantha: Women have the right to use every means at their disposal to achieve power.
Miranda: Short of sleeping their way to the top.
Samantha: Not if that's what it takes to compete.
Charlotte: But that's exploitation!
Samantha: Of men - which is perfectly legal.
Carrie: So, you advocate a double standard. Women can use their sexuality to get ahead whenever possible...but men should not be allowed to take advantage of it?
Samantha: No. I'm just saying that men and women are equal-opportunity exploiters.
(After Carrie gets off Mr. Big's car)
Carrie: Wait! Have you ever been in love?
Mr. Big: Abso-fucking-lutely.
