Charlotte: I read that if you don't have sex for a year, you can actually become "revirginized".
Miranda: After years of odd men, God is throwing me a bone.
Carrie: And possibly a boner as well.
Miranda: I'm dating skid-marks guy. When your boyfriend is so comfortable that he cannot be bothered to wipe his ass, that's the end of romance, right there.
Stanford: Oh, my god, she's fashion roadkill!
Carrie: [repeated line while narrating her column] I couldn't help but wonder...
Carrie: It's the end of an era.
Samantha Jones: I can't color enough, I would color all day every day If I had my way, I would use every crayon in my box
Carrie Bradshaw: We get it! You like to color...
Stanford: I don't like having anything inserted in my anus, even though it may come as a surprise.
Charlotte: Can you have an affair with your own husband?
Anthony Marantino: I am sleeping and walking! Sleeping and walking! How am I doing that?
Miranda: I'm gonna ask you an unpleasant question now- why did you ever say yes?
Carrie: The man you love kneels down in the street and offers you a ring, you say yes that's what you do.
Miranda: I didn't tell Walker I was pregnant.
Carrie: Miranda!
Miranda: It didn't come up! If Walker had said to me, "Have you given birth recently?", I would have said, "Well, first of all, define recently."
Charlotte: Allow me to get right to the point. After careful consideration, I have decided that this is the year I am getting married.
Miranda Hobbes: [at a bar, drinking Cosmopolitans] Why did we ever stop drinking these?
Carrie Bradshaw: Because everyone else started!
Samantha Jones: So here's to the groom, who finally got Carried away.
Carrie Bradshaw: New York Magazine says Brooklyn is the new Manhattan.
Miranda Hobbes: Yes, but whoever wrote that lives in Brooklyn.
Carrie Bradshaw: He's my boyfriend.
Mr. Big: Aren't I a little old to be introduced as your boyfriend?
Carrie Bradshaw: Point taken. From now on you'll be my man-friend.
Mr. Big: That sounds like a dog.
Carrie Bradshaw: Well if the shoe fits.
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.
Stanford: It's so not fair. All the good ones are straight... even the gay ones.
