Charlotte: Sometimes you just know, it's like, magic, it's fate. Miranda: It's not fate, his light is on, that's all. Charlotte: What light? Miranda: Men are like cabs, when their available their light goes on. They awake one day and decide their ready to settle down, have babies, whatever, and they turn their light on. Next woman they pickup, boom, that' the one they'll marry. It's not fate, it's dumb luck. Charlotte: I'm sorry, I refuse to believe that love is at random. Miranda: Please, it's all about timing. You gotta get em, when their lights on. Carrie: All the men I meet are flashing yellows. Miranda: Or off duty. They can drive around for years picking up women and not be available. Carrie: Then, they really shouldn't be allowed to get behind the wheel.
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.