Carrie: The longer I sat at that table, the more alone I felt. And it really hit me: I am 35 and alone! Miranda: You are not alone. Carrie: No, I know I have you guys, but...and really, I hate myself a little for saying this, but...it felt really sad not to have a man in my life who cares about me. No special guy to wish me happy birthday. No goddamn soulmate. And I don't even know if I belive in soulmates. Charlotte: Don't laugh at me, but maybe we could be each others soulmates? And then we could let men be just these great nice guys to have fun with? Samantha: Well, that sounds like a plan. Carrie: I'm 35. 35 is not 25. Miranda: Thank God! Carrie: I'm 35! Samantha: Oh, shut the f*** up. I'm 140!
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.