Miranda: Who is this and what is she doing in my bedroom?
Magda: It is the Virgin Mary.
Miranda: And where's my other thing?
Magda: What thing?
Miranda: You know the thing, the thing, don't make me say it. The thing you moved and replaced with this lady.
Magda: In bathroom, middle drawer next to hair dryer. But no man will marry you if that is by bed. It means you don't need him.
Miranda: Magda, what I don't need is another mother. I have one in Philadelphia and that's close enough. I need a housekeeper who will clean my apartment and stop judging me because I'm a thirty-four year old single woman living in New York. I drink coffee and have sex and buy pies and enjoy battery operated devices. If you can't deal with that, I will find a another housekeeper who can.

It's like I hired my mother.

Miranda

Carrie: I just can't believe she opened your goody drawer. I mean, everyone knows the night stand is private.
Charlotte: What do you have in there?
Miranda: You know the usual, condoms, vibrator....
Carrie: Massage oils, cigarettes.

I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it, and chair committees, and write thank you notes, and I can't feel bad about that.

Carrie

Charlotte: Well at least you have a boyfriend.
Miranda: That doesn't mean I'm getting married, it means I'm getting laid.

Carrie: You know who those women marry? The Roman numeral guys.
Charlotte: (reading from the paper) Charles Duffy Anderson IV.
Carrie: Ding-ding-ding!
Samantha: I find the higher the number the worse the sex. I went out with somebody III who couldn't even get it up.
Miranda: Imagine how bad Henry VIII must have been.
Carrie: Yeah, you give him head, he cuts yours off!

Charlotte: I don't have a goody drawer.
Carrie: Oh, everybody has a goody drawer.
Samantha: I have a goody closet.

Carrie: There are very few things this New Yorker loves as much as Sunday brunch. You can sleep until noon and still get eggs anywhere in the city, alcohol is often included with the meal, and Sunday is the one day a week you get the single woman's sports pages: the New York Times wedding section.

Carrie: I've been giving this peeing thing a lot of thought, and while I think it's totally fine that that's what you're into, it's just never really been my thing.
Bill Kelley: Oh yeah?
Carrie: So I thought instead, maybe you could close your eyes and I could dribble warm tea on you. That might feel good. Or maybe you might think it's fun to hear the sound of running water when we have sex. And, if things got really serious between us, I could maybe even leave the bathroom door open sometime. Although honestly I'm really not sure how comfortable I would be with that either.

I don't believe in the Republican Party or the Democratic Party. I just believe in parties.

Samantha

Miranda: That's my problem. I don't know how to be political in relationships.
Carrie: Oh oh, it's time for the old list. Things you like about Steve, things you don't like about Steve, and you see which column is longer.
Miranda: That's so judgmental.
Carrie: Miranda, you are judgmental. Why don't you put it to good use?

Miranda: Tell me again, why are we voting for this guy?
Carrie: Well, he's calling for an investigation into the Board of Education to weed out waste and fraud, and he's launched a probe against large corportations to make them stop throwing away your tax dollars. I'm sleeping with him.
Steve: Good enough for me.

Sex and the City Season 3 Quotes

Steve: Carrie thought you might need a little help. Is that okay?
Miranda: I'm on Valium. Everything's okay.

(drunk) I'm nice. I'm pretty and smart! I'm a catch!

Charlotte