February 24, 2010 | 0 Comments
(the girls are jogging in the park) Charlotte: Cute, who’s that? Miranda: An Ophthalmologist I once faked orgasms with. Carrie: Ok, we’re…
(the girls are jogging in the park) Charlotte: Cute, who’s that? Miranda: An Ophthalmologist I once faked orgasms with. Carrie: Ok, we’re…
Carrie: I could not get a cab. Stanford: So what do you do, grab onto a bumper and let one drag you here? Carrie: Stop, I was up all…
Miranda: I’m impressed, not dumping us for a guy. Samantha: Is that the kind of girl you think I am?
Samantha: If I had a son, I’d teach him all about sex. Carrie: If you had a son, we’d call Social Services!
Carrie: When did being alone become the modern-day equivalent of being a leper? Will Manhattan restaurants soon be divided up into…
Carrie: We all get freaked out from time to time, but we keep trying because you have to figure, if the world fattest twins can find love…
Carrie: Somewhere out there is another little freak who will love us and understand us and kiss our three heads and make it all better.
Miranda: Whatever happened to aging gracefully? Carrie: It got old.
Miranda: You can tell everything about a person by who their friends are.
Miranda: He’s a freak! Aside from technique what do you even know about him? Do you talk? Samantha: Do you even fuck?