Carrie: Everywhere I looked, people were standing in two’s. It was like Noah’s upper west side rent-controlled ark.

Carrie: I’m looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love

Carrie: 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.

Carrie: I will not be the first one to speak. And if he never calls me again, I’ll always think of him fondly. As an asshole

Carrie: Can you get to your future if your past is present?

Samantha: I think I have monogamy. I must have caught it from you people.

Big: After a while, you just want to be with the one who makes you laugh.

Carrie: I’m homeless! I’ll be a bag lady! A Fendi bag lady, but a bag lady!!

Samantha: I never leave underwear at a guy’s place because I never see it again.
Charlotte: What happens to it?
Samantha: Nothing; I just never go back.
Carrie: Doesn’t that get a little expensive, disposing of lingerie every time you sleep with a guy?
Samantha: That’s why I stopped wearing underwear on dates.
Miranda: And that’s why I’m never borrowing a dress from you again.

Carrie: It’s hard to find people who will love you no matter what. I found three of them.

Carrie: I admit it’s tempting to wish for the perfect boss, the perfect parent, or the perfect outfit. But maybe the best any of us can do is not quit, play the hand we’ve been dealt, and accessorize what we’ve got.

Carrie: I like my money right where I can see it: hanging in my closet.

Carrie: I’m not home, but my shoes are. Leave them a message.

Carrie: What do you want?
Mr. Big: Why don’t we save time and you just tell me what I want?

Mr. Big: Hey, have you got a light?
Carrie: I quit.
Mr. Big: Aw, we always used to share a cigarette together.
Carrie: We did a lot of things that were bad for me together.

Stanford: Oh my god! She’s fashion roadkill!

Stanford: Before I tell you, you have to promise not to judge.
Carrie: Do I judge?
Stanford: We all judge. That’s our hobby. Some people do arts and crafts; we judge.

Carrie: You can’t make friends with a squirrel. A squirrel is a rat in a cuter outfit.

Carrie: Yes, I’d like a cheeseburger, please, large fries and a cosmopolitan.