Take Me Out to the Ballgame
—Charlotte : Oh God, seeing someone for the first time [after you break up] is the worst. You never know how to act.
—Carrie : Yeah, and then there's the vomiting.
—James : And how are the most beautiful women in Manhattan?
—Miranda : If we see them, we'll ask.
—Charlotte : It takes half the total time you went out with someone to get over them.
—Carrie : I always like a good math solution to any love problem.
—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 judgment.
—Miranda : How did it happen that four such smart women have nothing to talk about but boyfriends? It's like seventh grade with bank accounts.
—Samantha : Does he have a pair of lowhangers?
—Carrie : Is that a patented phrase?
—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.
—Carrie : No matter who broke your heart or how long it takes to heal, you'll never get through it without your friends.
The Awful Truth
—Susan Sharon : It's 100% Italian cashmere and light as a feather.
—Carrie : God, I love it! It's a cashmere-acle!
—Samantha : That can be a turn-on.
—Miranda : Sure, but now he wants me to reciprocate and I can't. I never could.
—Carrie : Why not?
—Miranda : Because 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 preferable -- to shut up. And now suddenly I have to worry about being stumped for conversation? -- no thank you.
—Charlotte : Just keep talking about his big cock.
—Samantha : Correction -- his big, beautiful cock.
—Carrie : We're using the C-word now?
—Miranda : I can't use adjectives
The Freak Show
—Samantha : You're dating Mr. Pussy!
—Miranda : I'm sorry, if a man is over thirty and single, there's something wrong with him. It's Darwinian. They're being weeded out or propagating the species.
—Carrie : Okay, well, what about us?
—Miranda : We're just choosy.
—Carrie : When Charlotte really liked somebody she said their whole name. It helped her picture their future monogrammed towels.
—Samantha : ...Going down, giving head...
—Carrie : ...Eating out...
—Miranda : I never understood that. Shouldn't it be "eating in"?
—Carrie : The reality was, the only thing that went down with any regularity on Charlotte's dates was a Gold American Express card.
—Miranda : Whatever happened to aging gracefully?
—Carrie : It got old.
—Miranda [looks at watch]: I have to go feed my cat.
—Carrie [voiceover]: Miranda had invoked our code phrase, honed over years of bad parties, awful dates and phone calls that wouldn't end. Unfortunately, I wasn't ready to accept defeat. [out loud] I thought you already fed your cat.
—Miranda : I have to feed it again.
—Manhattan Guy : Cat people are freaks.