Carrie Bradshaw Quotes
Samantha: Have I ever had fabulous sex with someone that I didn't want to admit to? Hmm. Did I ever tell you about that jazz musician who lived with his mother in Queens?
Carrie: Yeah, Alex.
Samantha: What about the window washer?
Carrie: The one who doesn't wear any underwear?
Samantha: I met this gorgerous kid in Spy Bar last year. He was....
Carrie: He turned out to be in high school. (voiceover) Evidently, Samantha had had lots of sex, none of which was secret.
Samantha: Fine. It just proves that I'm not ashamed of anyone whom I've slept with.
Samantha: There's no such thing as bad publicity.
Carrie: Yeah you would say that, you're a publicist.
(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?
Carrie: She's like an international party girl.
Miranda: She's a hooker with a passport.
Miranda: (to Charlotte who is talking about a famous painter who might ask her to hold his brush) If he so much as suggests what she's suggesting, you give me a call and we'll sue the hell out of him. That's the only proper way to trade sex for power.
Samantha: I can't believe what I'm hearing. You're like the Harvard Law Lorena Bobbitt.
(Door bell rings)
Miranda: Ah, it's Skipper, I told him I was here. And he insisted on picking me up, but he's not supposed to be here till 11!
Carrie: Oh! He's like a sweet little seal pup.
Miranda: That you sometimes want to club.
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.
(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.
Carrie: Same time, same place, just you and me.
Big: Well, sort of. Meet my friend Jack.
Carrie: Oh, hi, how are you?
Jack: Marvelous. Going through my second divorce. Bitch is getting everything the first bitch didn't.
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.
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.
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.
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.
