Yeah, I know....w-a-a-a-ay off topic, but I just had to!
Taxi Driver: No smoking in cab.
Carrie : I'm sorry, we are talking up the butt. A cigarette is in order.
Charlotte : I just don't want to be known as the "up-the-butt girl".
Charlotte: No one wants to marry the up the butt girl!
Samantha : One time I fucked a guy because he had a swimming pool. I came over and he used to bring me Kool-Aid.
Carrie : Kool-Aid?
Samantha : I was thirteen.
Charlotte : You have Steve.
Miranda : I don't "have" Steve. There is no having of the Steve. We're good friends.
Samantha : No, *we're* good friends, but I don't put my dick in you.
Charlotte : Is your vagina listed in the New York City guide books? Because it should be - hottest spot in town. Always open.
Carrie : I'm thinking balls are to men, what purses are to women. It's just a little bag but we'd feel naked in public without it.
Samantha : There isn't enough wall space in New York City to hang all of my exes. Let me tell you, a lot of them were hung.
Charlotte : I don't think she's a lesbian. I think she just ran out of men.
Carrie : You can't make friends with a squirrel. Squirrels are just rats with cuter outfits.
Samantha : Sex with an ex can be depressing. If it's good you can't get it anymore, if it's bad you just had sex with an ex.
Carrie : It wouldn't be bad.
Samantha : Oh.
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'.
Carrie: I Dont believe in such a thing as being bi-sexual. Its just a stop on the way to Gaytown
Miranda: OH is that on the way to Ricky Martinville?
Carrie: I like my money right where I can see it, hanging in my closet
Charlotte: Did I ever tell you I was a cheerleader?
Miranda: No, because you knew I would mock you endlessly.
Carrie: Your vagina's depressed?
Charlotte: The mood elevator sort of corrects the imbalance.
Miranda: Wait a minute, how do you know your vagina's depressed?
Charlotte: There are symptoms!
Carrie: Like what, it can't meet its deadline?
Miranda: It always wants to go to Krispy Kreme?
