Taxi Driver: No smoking in cab.
Carrie: I'm sorry, we are talking up the butt. A cigarette is in order.
Charlotte: I just don't want to be known as the "up-the-butt girl".
Charlotte: Is it safe to buy pot from strangers?
Miranda: They're not strangers, they're our new friends with pot.
Charlotte: Is your vagina listed in the New York City guide books? Because it should be--hottest spot in town. Always open.
Carrie: Your girl is lovely, Hubbell.
Mr. Big: I don't get it.
Carrie: And you never will.
Samantha: You men have no idea what we're dealing with down there. Teeth placement, and jaw stress, and suction, and gag reflex, and all the while bobbing up and down, moaning and trying to breathe through our noses. Easy? Honey, they don't call it a job for nothin'.
Charlotte: I don't think she's a lesbian. I think she just ran out of men.
Charlotte: How can you forget a guy you've slept with?
Carrie: Toto, I don't think we're in single-digits anymore.
Samantha: I'm a "trisexual". I'll try anything once.
Carrie: I'm thinking balls are to men, what purses are to women. It's just a little bag but we'd feel naked in public without it.
Samantha: [To the girls] I think I have monogamy. I must have caught it from you people.
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