They were supposed to say, "I'm sorry for your loss," not "You're dead, let's disco..."

Samantha: (About her relationship with Maria) All we ever do is lie around, take baths together and talk about feelings.
Charlotte: I think they call that a relationship.
Samantha: I don't know how you people do it! All that emotional chow chow, it's exhausting!
Miranda: I know, don't you just hate that?
Carrie: Women!

Trey: Charlotte, I want you to move back in, and get rid of this old apartment. Stay all night, every night, and wake up next to me every morning, and be my wife.
Charlotte: You do?
Trey: Yeah. I've talked it over with my penis, and we both agree.

(About Samantha's nude photos)
Miranda: Isn't that a little narcissistic?
Samantha: No one thinks it's narcissistic when you get your seventh grade picture taken.
Charlotte: You weren't naked in that.
Carrie: That we know of.

Charlotte: I have to start keeping a vagina journal.
Miranda: What a dear vagina why so blue?
Carrie: Dear vagina - guess who I have a crush on?!

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, 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: It's infuriating! Women sit around obsessing about what went wrong over and over again and men just say, alrighty.
Samantha: I take offense at that generalisation. Not all women sit around and obsess about men, as soon as my relationships are over, I move on.
Carrie: Relationships?
Samantha: You know, dates.

The only thing worse than being thiry-four and single is being thirty-four and divorced.

Samantha: I'm paying a fortune to live in a neighbouhood that's trendy by day and trannie by night.
Charlotte: Trannie?
Samantha: Transexuals. Chicks with dicks. Boobs on top, balls down below.
Miranda: I don't get the appeal there?
Carrie: It's the other white meat.

Charlotte: I don't know what it is, I'm strangely drawn to him.
Samantha: Of course you are, you know the man can plow.

Charlotte: I'm married, I can't be looking at gardeners. This is insane.
Samantha: Honey, what's the point of being in the suburbs if you're not going to fuck a gardener?

Charlotte: He was so tan and muscular, and sweat ran down from his chest unto his perfectly defined stomach.
Carrie: See, you read a couple of Harlequin romances in high school and they scar you for life.

Sex and the City Quotes

(to Skipper) You're breaking up with me while you're still inside of me?


I've spent $40,000 on shoes and I have no place to live? I will literally be the old woman who lived in her shoes!