Charlotte: [hearing the front door open] Hi, honey. I'm a bad wife. I ordered Chinese.
Harry: I got something from China, too. They're giving us a baby.
Charlotte: What? How?
Harry: I guess God remembered our address. We get her in six months... and here she is.
[hands Charlotte a photo of the baby]
Charlotte: [smiling through tears] That's our baby. I know it. That's really our baby!
Smith Jerrod: Hey, babe, I flew back.
Samantha: You flew all night? Why?
Smith Jerrod: I forgot to tell you something on the phone: I love you.
Samantha: You flew back to tell me that?
Smith Jerrod: Can you think of a better reason?
Samantha: [with a tear in her eye] No, I can't. You have meant more to me than any man I have ever known.
Magda: What you did. That is love. You love.
Miranda: [after giving Steve's mother, who has had a stroke, a bath] Let's not make a big deal of it to Steve. It will upset him.
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.
Carrie: I am someone who is looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.
Big: You know, I don't live here anymore and the Four Seasons won't check you in until 1.
Carrie: Oh, you wanna come up?
Carrie: Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.
Carrie: [Picking up beads from her broken necklace, Carrie looks up and sees Big smiling down at her] Hi.
[Bursts into tears]
Big: Hey! Hey! Why the tears?
Carrie: Paris is a mess. I never should have come here. Everything fell apart, we had a big fight and then I got slapped.
Big: [shocked] You got what?
Carrie: No, he didn't mean it. It was just an accident.
Big: [enraged] He slapped you? I'll kick his ass.
Carrie: What? No!
Big: Ok, what room were you in?
Carrie: I'm not telling you that.
Night Clerk: I see you were in room 625.
Big: Room 625? Thank you.
Carrie: Wait! What do you think you're doing?
Big: I think I'm kicking some Russian ass.