Carrie: Charlotte, come on. You're still young. You have plenty of time to have children.
Charlotte: No, no I don't. I don't want to be one of those 40-year-old moms. (Glances at Samantha) No, no offence.
Samantha: Well I don't want to be one of them either. There are no frozen eggs in my freezer.

Charlotte: I can't believe he had the nerve to stand there kissing that woman and still pretend he wasn't cheating on me.
Carrie: Maybe he doesn't consider kissing cheating.
Samantha: Oh, come on it was only your second date.
Charlotte: So, doesn't that still guarantee me fidelity until the end of the evening?

Carrie: Alright, so officially he's late.
Charlotte: Who?
Miranda: Mr. Big, who else?
Charlotte: Carrie, that's great! Is it a date?
Carrie: No he called it a "thing". He said, meet me...meet me for a drink "thing". He never used the "d" word.
Charlotte: Well, "thing" is good. I mean, "thing" comes before date.

Mike: You do realize this makes me a virgin?
Charlotte: I'll be gentle.

Carrie: Why is it, it's the woman who always has to change and never the guy?
Charlotte: Because we are more adaptable.

Samantha: All I'm saying is uncut men are the best. They try harder. I should know, I've slept with five of them.
Charlotte: Out of how many?
Carrie: Infinity!

Samantha: You know, married women are threatened because we can have sex anytime, anywhere, and with anyone.
Carrie: We can?
Samantha: And they're afraid we're gonna have it anytime, anywhere with their husbands.
Charlotte: I would never sleep with a married man.
Smanatha: What makes you so sure you haven't? Wedding rings come off you know.

Samantha: It's not what it looks like, it's what they can do with it.
Charlotte: Well, I don't need one that can make it's own carrying case.

Carrie: So how was the sex?
Charlotte: Amazing, it was like Liz was looking over us, giving us her blessing.
Carrie: Threesome in absentia.

Wylie Ford: Oh, Charlene, you're so hot, I can't wait to get you to bed.
Charlotte: Charlotte. My name is Charlotte.
Wylie Ford: I prefer Charlene.

Charlotte: This guy is working class.
Miranda: Working class?
Carrie: It's the millenium sweetie, we don't say things like working class anymore.
Charlotte: You're trying to pretend we live in a classless society and we don't.
Carrie: Ok Marie Antoinette, we get the picture.

Charlotte: I mean my hat blew right into her headstone, she was clearly sending me a message.
Samantha: Yeah, don't fuck my husband, you hat loving bitch.