Sex in the city
Everywhere I looked, people were standing in two's. It was like Noah's upper west side rent-controlled ark.
Welcome to the age of un-innocence. No one has breakfast at Tiffany's and no one has affairs to remember.
Cab Driver: No! No smoking in cab!
Carrie: Sir, we're talking up the butt. A cigarette is in order
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
Samantha (about the Turtle): Once we get the breath under control, I'm going to take him shopping for a whole new wardrobe. He's a cute little fixer-upper!
Carrie: Sweetheart, he's a man, not a brownstone.
Carrie: I just love Sleeping Beauty! The music, the sets, the costumes. It's so romantic!
Stanford: You only like it because she sleeps for a hundred years and doesn't age.
Carrie: My Zen teacher also said: the only way to true happiness is to live in the moment and not worry about the future. Of course, he died penniless and single
Samantha: Frankly, I think it's sad, the way she's using a child to validate her existence.
Carrie: Exactly. Why can't she just use sex and a nice cocktail like the rest of us?
Miranda: Maybe it's maturity or the wisdom that comes with age, but the witch in Hansel and Gretel-she's very misunderstood. I mean, the woman builds her dream house and these brats come along and start eating it.
Carrie: Miranda was a huge fan of the Yankees. I was a huge fan of being anywhere you could smoke and drink at two in the afternoon without judgement
Miranda: Sex is not a time to chat. In fact, it's one of the few instances in my overly articulated, exceedingly verbal life where it is perfectly appropriate-if not preferrable-to shut up. And now suddenly I have to worry about being stumped for conversation? No thank you.
Samantha: ...Going down, giving head...
Carrie: ...Eating out...
Miranda: I never understood that. Shouldn't it be "eating in"?
Miranda: Orgasm? A major thing in a relationship?
Charlotte: Yeah, but not the only thing. I mean, orgasms don't send you Valentine's day cards and they don't hold your hand in a sad movie.
Carrie: Mine do
Samantha: Men cheat for the same reason dogs lick their balls: because they can.
His hello was the end of her endings
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle
His hand would be hers to hold forever
His forever was as simple as her smile
He said she was what was missing
She said instantly she knew
She was a question to be answered
And his answer was, "I do."
Samantha: The only place you can control a man is in bed. If we perpetually gave men blow jobs we could run the world!
Carrie: And at least our hands would be free to greet dignitaries and stuff
Carrie: I do not pick the wrong guys. They pick me.
Miranda: So what, you're like a flystrip for dysfunctional men?
Carrie: Yeah, but one of those really pretty floral scented ones
Miranda: I'm trying to change my bed karma. I figure if I can make my bed a place I really want to be, others will feel the same.
Carrie: Aah, the Field of Dreams.
Miranda: Exactly. If you build it, he will come.
Samantha: I've never been able to be friends with any man. Why would I? Women are for friendships, men are for fucking.
Welcome to the age of un-innocence. No one has breakfast at Tiffany's and no one has affairs to remember.
Cab Driver: No! No smoking in cab!
Carrie: Sir, we're talking up the butt. A cigarette is in order
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
Samantha (about the Turtle): Once we get the breath under control, I'm going to take him shopping for a whole new wardrobe. He's a cute little fixer-upper!
Carrie: Sweetheart, he's a man, not a brownstone.
Carrie: I just love Sleeping Beauty! The music, the sets, the costumes. It's so romantic!
Stanford: You only like it because she sleeps for a hundred years and doesn't age.
Carrie: My Zen teacher also said: the only way to true happiness is to live in the moment and not worry about the future. Of course, he died penniless and single
Samantha: Frankly, I think it's sad, the way she's using a child to validate her existence.
Carrie: Exactly. Why can't she just use sex and a nice cocktail like the rest of us?
Miranda: Maybe it's maturity or the wisdom that comes with age, but the witch in Hansel and Gretel-she's very misunderstood. I mean, the woman builds her dream house and these brats come along and start eating it.
Carrie: Miranda was a huge fan of the Yankees. I was a huge fan of being anywhere you could smoke and drink at two in the afternoon without judgement
Miranda: Sex is not a time to chat. In fact, it's one of the few instances in my overly articulated, exceedingly verbal life where it is perfectly appropriate-if not preferrable-to shut up. And now suddenly I have to worry about being stumped for conversation? No thank you.
Samantha: ...Going down, giving head...
Carrie: ...Eating out...
Miranda: I never understood that. Shouldn't it be "eating in"?
Miranda: Orgasm? A major thing in a relationship?
Charlotte: Yeah, but not the only thing. I mean, orgasms don't send you Valentine's day cards and they don't hold your hand in a sad movie.
Carrie: Mine do
Samantha: Men cheat for the same reason dogs lick their balls: because they can.
His hello was the end of her endings
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle
His hand would be hers to hold forever
His forever was as simple as her smile
He said she was what was missing
She said instantly she knew
She was a question to be answered
And his answer was, "I do."
Samantha: The only place you can control a man is in bed. If we perpetually gave men blow jobs we could run the world!
Carrie: And at least our hands would be free to greet dignitaries and stuff
Carrie: I do not pick the wrong guys. They pick me.
Miranda: So what, you're like a flystrip for dysfunctional men?
Carrie: Yeah, but one of those really pretty floral scented ones
Miranda: I'm trying to change my bed karma. I figure if I can make my bed a place I really want to be, others will feel the same.
Carrie: Aah, the Field of Dreams.
Miranda: Exactly. If you build it, he will come.
Samantha: I've never been able to be friends with any man. Why would I? Women are for friendships, men are for fucking.