Carrie Bradshaw: What does your gut tell you?
Charlotte York: I always knew she'd marry Big.
Samantha Jones: You thought that after the second break up?
Charlotte York: Yep.
Miranda Hobbes: After the fifteenth?
Carrie Bradshaw: Ha ha, we broke up a lot.
Samantha Jones: [calls Carrie on Valentine's Day] Just calling to make sure you aren't hanging from your shower rod.
Carrie Bradshaw: Lets go down to the hotel for dinner tonight, I need to get myself out of my Mexi-coma.
Samantha Jones: Aww, you made a little joke. Good for you!
Harry Goldenblatt: I'm a big pile of love today.
Carrie Bradshaw: I put a bird on my head.
Carrie Bradshaw: It wasn't logic, it was love.
Mr. Big: You make me very happy.
Carrie Bradshaw: Yeah, yeah... put it in writing.
Harry Goldenblatt: It's my lot in life to be surrounded by beautiful women.
Charlotte York: [to Big] I curse the day you were born!
Samantha Jones: I feel the same way as you feel about Botox. Painful and unnecessary.
Carrie Bradshaw: Women come to New York for the two L's: Labels and Love.
Samantha Jones: Hey dick-wad, I'm speaking.
Samantha Jones: Happy fucking Valentine's Day.
Miranda Hobbes: Is it just me or is Valentine's Day on steroids this year?
Carrie Bradshaw: No it's the same, we just played for the other team.
Mr. Big: This is my third marriage. How do you think that makes me look?
Carrie Bradshaw: Sweetie, you shit your pants this year. I think you're done.
Carrie Bradshaw: Yes, the honeymoon to a romantic Mexican resort that I prepaid on my credit card to surprise the man who jilted me.
Mr. Big: That's why you need a diamond... to seal the deal.
Steve Brady: Miranda, it's still me.
Miranda Hobbes: Is it?
