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Mr. Big: Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours.
Mr. Big: This is my third marriage. How do you think that makes me look?
Mr. Big: That's why you need a diamond... to seal the deal.
Mr. Big: You make me very happy.
Carrie Bradshaw: Yeah, yeah... put it in writing.
Mr. Big: Would you want to get married?
Carrie Bradshaw: Well, I didn't, didn't think that was an option.
Mr. Big: What if it was an option?
Carrie Bradshaw: Why? What? Do you want to get married?
Mr. Big: I wouldn't mind being married to you. Would you mind being married to me?
Carrie Bradshaw: No, no, not, not if that's what you wanted. I mean, is, is that what you want?
Mr. Big: I want you. So, ok.
Carrie Bradshaw: So really, we're, we're getting married?
Mr. Big: We're getting married. Should we get you a diamond?
Carrie Bradshaw: No. No. Just get me a really big closet.
[
to Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda]
Mr. Big: You're the loves of her life, and a guy would be lucky to come in fourth.
Carrie: You do this every time! *Every* time! What? Do you have some sort of radar? Carrie might be happy - it's time to sweep in and shit all over it?
Big: What? No, no, I came here to tell you something. I made a mistake. You and I...
Carrie: You and I - *nothing*! You can not do this to me again! You can not jerk me around!
Big: Carrie, listen to me. It is different this time...
Carrie: Oh, it's never different! It's six years of *never* being different! This is it! I am done! Don't call me ever again! Forget you know my number! In fact, forget you know my name! And you can drive up this street all you want - because I don't live here any more!
Big: What should I do?
Miranda: [
the girls all look at each other] Go get our girl
Big: It took me a really long time to get here, but I'm here. Carrie, you're the one.
Big: I have to hand it to you kid. Most people come to Paris to fall in love. You came and got slapped.
Big: You know, I don't live here anymore and the Plaza won't check you in until 1.
Carrie: Oh, you wanna come up?
Big: Abso-fucking-lutely.
Mr. Big: How are things with that guy, Hot Dog?
Carrie: Berger.
Carrie: What are you doing golfing?
Mr. Big: Oh, I'm just in it for the Scotch afterwards.
Carrie: What? Now? What about last night, all those concerns?
Big: Fuck it. You'll need material for the sequel.
Mr. Big: Listen. I know what you're really pissed off about. But it's just something I've gotta do in my own time! Okay? Well, I fucking love you! All right? You know I do.... It's just a tough thing for me to say, because it always seems to get me in trouble ... when I say it. Okay?
Carrie Bradshaw: Okay.
Carrie Bradshaw: I have a huge favor to ask: I want you to know my friends better.
Mr. Big: I know your friends just fine. Charlotte is the brunette, Miranda is the redhead, and Samantha is trouble.
Mr. Big: Get another cocktail, woman!
[
on meeting Big's new girlfriend]
Carrie: [
quoting "The Way We Were"] Your girl is lovely, Hubbell.
Mr. Big: I don't get it.
Carrie: And you never did.
Carrie: I've done the merry go round I've been through the revolving door I feel like I met somebody I can stand still with for a minute and... don't you wanna stand still with me?
Big: You dragged me out to a park at three in the morning to ask me if I wanna stand still with you?
Carrie: ...Yes.
Mr. Big: Stay.
Carrie: I can't.
Mr. Big: Why not?
Carrie: Because, dear friend, you and I are like that red wall. It's a good idea in theory, but somehow it doesn't quite work.
[
last lines]
Carrie Bradshaw: Have you ever been in love?
Mr. Big: Abso-fucking-lutely!
Carrie: It's after twelve. You're late.
Mr. Big: Not really, I'm on London time.
Carrie: London is five hours ahead.
Mr. Big: In that case, I'm really fucking late.
Mr. Big: Interesting dress.
Carrie: Meaning?
Mr. Big: Interesting dress.