February 24, 2010 | 0 Comments
Carrie: Why is it so hard for you to factor me into your life in any real way? Mr Big: I guess old habits die hard.
Carrie: Why is it so hard for you to factor me into your life in any real way? Mr Big: I guess old habits die hard.
Carrie: It’s about the fact that I wasn’t even a factor in his decision-making process. Miranda: Totally. Samantha: Men do this all the…
Miranda: Great, your love life takes you to Paris and I’m fucking in the back of a cab. Carrie: That’s lovely. Miranda: And, it’s not…
Mr. Big: This isn’t about us. This is about work! Carrie: No, this isn’t about work. This is about us getting closer and you getting so…
Stanford: Excuse me, but when did wild sex come back in style? Carrie: Oh I think that was the weekend you spent at the Barney’s…
Carrie: After we made love I knew it was over. Did I ever really love Big or was I addicted to the pain, the exquisite pain of wanting…
Charlotte: I once found another woman’s underwear on a man’s bed! Carrie: Maybe it was Samantha’s!
Samantha: I need a new gynecologist. Do you like yours? Miranda: Not right now, no. Samantha: Well, at least she’s a woman. I tried to go…
Miranda: Hey! I don’t need to be lectured about science by a man who’s doing a crop rotation on his forehead!
Carrie: In order to survive two decades of dating in New York, Samantha had become a powerful hybrid – the ego of a man trapped in the…