Oral sex is like God's gift to women. You can get off without the worry of pregnancy.


Last night, after Michael took Charlotte to the Philharmonic, they went back to his place and began the classic dating ritual... the blow job tug of war.


(Talking about oral sex)
Charlotte: The truth is, I hate doing it.
Samantha: Honey, you can't be serious!
Miranda: Are you telling us you never perform this act?
Carrie: She'll juggle, she'll spin plates, but she won't give head.
Charlotte: I don't like putting it in my mouth! I have a very sensitive gag reflex and it makes me want to puke!
Miranda: That's one way to say no.
Charlotte: It's not like I haven't tried. I practiced on a banana, I pretended it was a Popsicle, but...I just don't like it.
Miranda: Personally, I'm loving it, up to the point where the guy wants me to swallow.
Carrie: Well that's just, that's really a judgment call.
Samantha: Some men take it so personally if you don't.
Miranda: Some guys don't give you a choice!
Carrie: Well that's just bad behavior.
Charlotte: Are you honestly telling me you like it?
Carrie: Well, it's not my favorite thing on the menu, but you know, I'll order it from time to time, and, with the right guy, it can be nice.
Miranda: Oral sex is like God's gift to women. You can get off without worrying about getting pregnant.
Samantha: Plus the sense of power is such a turn-on, maybe you're on your knees, but you got him by the balls.
Charlotte: You see, that is the reason that I don't want to go down this road.
Carrie: Well sweetheart, if you're gonna get all choked up about it (Carrie and Miranda exchange looks about the pun), just don't do it, don't do it!
Miranda: But if you don't go down on him, how can you expect him to go down on you?
Charlotte: I don't.
Miranda: Oh well, forget it! I only give head to get head!
Samantha: Me too.

Monogamy is fabulous. It gives you a deep and profound connection with another human being, and you don't have to shave your legs as much.

Random woman

Stanford: Monogamy is on its way out again. It had a brief comeback in the 90s, but as the millennium approaches, everyone's leaving their options open.
Carrie: Come on, you wouldn't commit to a nice guy, given the option?
Stanford: I can't even commit to a long distance carrier.
Carrie: Yeah, you know what you are? You're a whore!
Stanford: I wish that were true.

Carrie: He said, 'I miss you, baby.' Do you think that was meant to be some kind of coded mea culpa?
Miranda: You mean like what he really meant was, 'I've been a complete idiot, please forgive me for having dinner with that other woman.'
Carrie: Exactly.
Miranda: Could be.
Carrie: Well no, because that would mean that everything he ever said that I interpreted as sincere is subject to interpretation, and in that case, what I perceive as his feelings for me may only really be reflected projections of my feelings for him.
Miranda: What?
Carrie: Oh God, I'm freaking. I've gotta stop.

As I hung up, I realized I'd committed the cardinal sin...I'd forsaken my girlfriends for my new boyfriend.


I will not be the first one to speak. And if he never calls me again, I'll always think of him fondly, as an asshole.


Don't worry, sweetie, don't worry! Nobody in New York notices a bus until it's about to hit them!


Charlotte: So we would talk about art and sex and the Torah.
Carrie: Well, why didn't you introduce him to anybody?
Charlotte: I was embarrassed! I mean, I couldn't really date him, and he couldn't date me. I mean, what would people think?
Samantha: Well, if the sex was good who cares what anybody thinks?

Samantha: There's no such thing as bad publicity.
Carrie: Yeah you would say that, you're a publicist.

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.

Sex and the City Season 1 Quotes

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.

It's like the riddle of the Sphinx. Why are there so many great unmarried women, and no great unmarried men?