February 24, 2010 | 0 Comments
Charlotte: Excuse me. Fuck buddy? What is a fuck buddy? Samantha: Oh, come on. Carrie: A fuck buddy is a guy you probably dated once or…
Charlotte: Excuse me. Fuck buddy? What is a fuck buddy? Samantha: Oh, come on. Carrie: A fuck buddy is a guy you probably dated once or…
Samantha: Carrie, you can’t date your fuck buddy. Carrie: Say it a little louder. I don’t think the old lady in the last row heard you….
Miranda: Isn’t it funny, what I hate in life, I love in sex? Samantha: So, how about you just limit your contact with him to just sex….
Miranda: The wierd thing is, when he tells me what to do in life it drives me crazy. But when he tells me what to do during sex, it…
Skipper: I totally should’ve seen this coming, but of course I didn’t, because they wait for you to get relaxed and comfortable, before…
Carrie: Hey, I don’t need therapy. I need new friends. Samantha: Look, we’re as fucked up as you are. It’s like the blind leading the…
Carrie: Isn’t part of the whole break up process that you get free rein to whine to your friends? Charlotte: Of course you do! Miranda:…
Carrie: (about therapists) First they want you to come there two times a week, then three times a week, and eventually you’re starting…
Carrie: He’s a photographer. Samantha: And you met him at your shrink’s? Carrie: It wasn’t a setup or anything. Jeez! What if he’s crazy?…
Samantha: It’s slim pickings out there. You can’t swing a Fendi purse without knocking over five losers.