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Page 1 of 7 Carrie: I began to realize that being beautiful is like having a rent-controlled apartment overlooking the park: completely unfair and usually bestowed upon those who deserve it least. I take that back. Beauty is fleeting, but a rent-controlled apartment overlooking the park is forever. Carrie: How does that work? You go to bed one night, wake up the next morning, and poof - you're a lesbian? Samantha: You can't swing a Fendi purse without knocking out five losers. Miranda: When did all the men get together and decide that they were only going to get it up for giraffes with big breasts? Carrie: He was like the flesh and blood equivalent of a DKNY dress: you know it's not your style but it's right there, so you try it on anyway. Cab Driver: No! No smoking in cab! Carrie: Sir, we're talking up the butt. A cigarette is in order. Charlotte: My vagina's depressed. Charlotte: I'm afraid if I don't, you'll dump me, and if I do, then I'll be the up-the-butt girl. And I don't want to be the up-the-butt girl because, I mean, men don't marry the up-the-butt girl. Who's ever heard of Mrs. Up-The-Butt? Samantha: Could you shave or something? Blowing you is like getting my teeth flossed. Samantha: Where were you on your lunch break? I stopped by your office and you weren't there? Richard:I was eating. Samantha: Eating? Eating who? Samantha: The women who wrote that book—they wrote it because they couldn't get laid, so they constructed this whole bullshit theory to make women who can get laid feel bad. Samantha: Don't worry, sweetie, Nobody in New York notices a bus until it's about to hit them! Carrie: 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. Samantha: You men have no idea what we're dealing with down there. Teeth placement, and jaw stress, and suction, and gag reflex, and all the while bobbing up and down, moaning and trying to breathe through our noses. Easy? Honey, they don't call it a job for nothin'. Miranda (to Charlotte): Are you telling me you never perform this act? Carrie: She'll juggle, she'll spin plates but she won't give head. Carrie: The closest Charlotte had ever come to getting screwed on a plane was the time she lost all her luggage on a flight to Palm Beach. Charlotte: Jack says that I have a fire inside me. Carrie: You tell him they make a cream for that. Ken: It's over! I told my wife! Samantha: Who is this? Samantha: Can we cut the cake? I have to go to a Three-way. Carrie: I'm not going to replace a man with some battery-operated device. Miranda: You haven't met The Rabbit. Samantha: Oh come on, if you're going to get a vibrator, at least get one called The Horse. Miranda: Last night Steve and I held hands for an hour and a half watching... the fire. He was looking into my eyes; I was looking for the remote. Miranda: Elizabeth Taylor got gang-banged in the park? Samantha: Oh god, that's so 80's! |