August 17, 2010 | 0 Comments
(Carrie calls Mr. Big because she’s lonely) Mr. Big: Is this who I think it is? Carrie: Who do you think it is? Mr. Big: Princess Grace…
(Carrie calls Mr. Big because she’s lonely) Mr. Big: Is this who I think it is? Carrie: Who do you think it is? Mr. Big: Princess Grace…
Samantha: Sex with an ex can be depressing. If it’s good, you don’t have it anymore. If it’s bad, you just had sex with an ex.
Miranda: When this gets going, don’t let anyone get all cheerleadery on me. I don’t want any of that, you can do it, push push shit!
Carrie: So what are you gonna do out in Napa besides watch grapes shrivel?
Samantha: You want out of this, just say it. Richard: I don’t wanna have sex once and I want out? Samantha: Not just once, what about…
Samantha: Can we cut the cake? I have a three-way to go to.
(in the Vogue accessories closet) Carrie Bradshaw: (shrieks as she picks up a pair of shoes) Oh my God! Do you know what these are?…
Miranda: I’m so bloated and gassy, I’m like a flotation device.
Carrie: I’m homeless! I’m gonna be a bag lady! A Fendi bag lady, but a bag lady!
(after opening a fortune cookie and finding nothing inside) Carrie: I have no fortune. I didn’t need a cookie to tell me that.