Sex & The City

Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed.. Maybe they're supposed to run wild until they find someone; just as wild... to run with them*

I don't believe in the democratic party or the republican party. I just believe in parties. - Samantha Jones

Maybe our girlfriends are our soul mates and guys are just people to have fun with.

Charlotte: My vagina's depressed.

Miranda: Sexy is the thing I try to get them to see me as after I win them over with my personality.

Carrie: How does that work? You go to bed one night, wake up the next morning, and poof - you're a lesbian?

Samantha: You have a lot of nerve telling me to get a wax. If you were in Aruba the natives could bead your back. And it's not just there: every time I blow you I feel like I'm flossing.

Carrie: I stopped watching TV when people started putting leeches down their pants.

Miranda: I'm telling you, married people are the enemy.

Woman on street: They say the average 33-year-old woman has sex 3.5 times a week? -- I'd like to know who that woman is.

Miranda: Get your coat on, Anne Frank, we're goin' out.

Samantha: Relationships have been on the decline ever since women came out of the cave, looked around and said, "this isn't so bad."

Carrie: Modelizers are obsessed not with women but with models, who in most cities are safely confined to billboards and magazines, but in Manhattan actually run wild on the streets, turning the city into a virtual model country safari where men can pet the creatures in their natural habitat.

Samantha: (critiquing "neck massagers" at the Sharper Image) That one actually works against you. If we wanted to work that hard, we'd get us a man, am I right?

Harry: Charlotte, I have to marry a Jew.
Charlotte: She can marry a gay guy and you can't marry an Episcopalian?

Samantha: From my experience, honey, if he seems too good to be true—he probably is.

Carrie: You just caught us a little off guard with the lesbian thing.
Samantha: That's just a label, like Gucci or Versace.
Carrie: Or Birkenstock.

Charlotte: I can't believe you took ecstasy from a stranger!
Samantha: It's not a stranger, it was a friend of my friend Bobby's friend Bobby.
Miranda: Oh, well then we know it's safe. Will we be going to a rave later?

Charlotte: Did I ever tell you I was a cheerleader?
Miranda: No, because you knew I would mock you endlessly.

Big: So I guess this is what we'd be like in our 70's. No sex and board games.
Carrie: Aww, you're already thinking about your next birthday?

Samantha: Until he says "I love you", you're a free agent.
Carrie: What is this? The Rules According to Samantha?
Samantha: See? I'm more old-fashioned than you think.

Samantha: Normal is the halfway point between what you want and what you can get.

Samantha: Here's what I think. Round up all the divorced men and keep them in a pound. That way, you get their whole history before you take one home.

Miranda: I love how they say "until recently, the bride 'worked'."
Carrie: Yeah, meaning she quit her job as soon as she found her soul-mate-slash-investment-banker.

Charlotte: Listen to this: sometime in the ten years before menopause, you may experience symptoms including all-month long PMS, fluid retention, insomnia, depression, hot flashes or irregular periods.
Carrie: On the plus side, people start to give up their seats for you on the bus.

Miranda: Men—wait, let me rephrase that—some men...
Carrie: Good move, counselor. That will look much better on the court transcripts of this dinner.

Carrie: I used to think those people who sat alone at Starbucks writing on their laptops were pretentious posers. Now I know: They are people who have recently moved in with someone.

Carrie: Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.

Carrie: Married people don't hate singles, they just want us 'figured out'.

Miranda: Who is this Amalita Amalfi character anyway? I'm concerned that you've been drafted into a ring of high-class hookers.
Carrie: She isn't a hooker. She's... she's like an international party girl.
Miranda: She's a hooker with a passport.

Carrie: After a break-up, certain street, locations, even times of day are off-limits. The city becomes a deserted battlefield, loaded with emotional landmines. You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces.

Miranda: Y'see, this is why I don't date -- the men out there are freaks.
Carrie: Well that's completely unfair.
Miranda: I'm sorry, if a man is over 30 and single, there's something wrong with him, it's Darwinian -- they're being weeded out from propagating the species.
Carrie: Okay, what about us?
Miranda: We're just choosy. I'm getting more shrimp.

Stanford: It's so not fair. All the good ones are straight... even the gay ones.

Samantha: You've got to get online, honey. If only for the porn.

Carrie: Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe, you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.

Carrie: First they want you to come there two times a week, then three times a week, and eventually you're starting every sentence with 'my therapist says... '
Miranda: My therapist says that's a very common fear.

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.