Carrie Bradshaw: [regarding Mr. Big] The thing is, I was dying to sleep with him, but isn't delayed gratification the definition of maturity?
Samantha Jones: [someone has drawn a penis on Carrie's Bus Poster] Oh, don't worry, honey! No one notices a bus in New York until it's about to hit them!
Samantha Jones: A guy could just as easily dump you if you fuck him on the first date as he can if you wait until the tenth.
Miranda Hobbes: When have you ever been on a tenth date?
Carrie Bradshaw: [narrating voice over] Two weeks ago I had my picture taken...
[Before Carrie goes on her first official date with Mr. Big, she's showing the girls what she's wearing]
Samantha Jones: Hey honey, it's fabulous. Bravo!
Miranda Hobbes: It's tits on toast, baby. But you make it work.
Charlotte York: Well, let's just say it. It's the "naked dress". I mean, you're obviously gonna have sex with him tonight.
Carrie Bradshaw: Come on, it's our first date!
Miranda Hobbes: She's not gonna have sex. She's just gonna look like sex.
Carrie Bradshaw: That's right. I'm just the trailer.
Samantha Jones: Please. If it happens, it happens. Bottoms up!
Charlotte York: Wait a second! I thought you were serious about this guy, you can't sleep with him on the first date.
Samantha Jones: Oh, God!
Miranda Hobbes: Here she goes again with 'The Rules.'
Samantha Jones: The women who wrote that book, they wrote it because they couldn't get laid. So they constructed this whole bullshit theory to make women who can get laid feel bad.
Miranda Hobbes: Forget the math, just don't fuck on a first date, you're fine.
Carrie Bradshaw: Third date.
Charlotte York: Too soon!
Samantha Jones: Reality check.
Charlotte York: And by then at least you're emotionally involved.
Samantha Jones: Exactly! I mean, isn't it better to find out if the sex is good right off the bat, before anybody's feelings get hurt?
Miranda Hobbes: True romance cannot exist without good sex.
Samantha Jones: And yet you can have good sex with someone you don't like or respect... or even remember.
Carrie Bradshaw: [narrating voice over, after having sex on the first date with Mr. Big] 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.
Miranda Hobbes: [the man Miranda had just met at the gym asked her out] No, it's too quick. I think maybe that kick in his head scrambled his brains.
Carrie Bradshaw: No, too quick is sleeping with him on the first date. That's too quick.
Miranda Hobbes: You both got excited, and you went for it. Stop blaming yourself.
Carrie Bradshaw: No, I don't blame myself. I blame the dress. The dress!
Samantha Jones: Have I ever had fabulous sex with someone that I didn't want to admit to? Hmm. Did I ever tell you about that jazz musician who lived with his mother in Queens?
Carrie Bradshaw: Yeah, Alex.
Samantha Jones: What about the window washer?
Carrie Bradshaw: The one who doesn't wear any underwear?
Samantha Jones: I met this gorgerous kid in Spy Bar last year. He was...
Carrie Bradshaw: He turned out to be in high school.
[narrating voice over]
Carrie Bradshaw: Evidently, Samantha had had lots of sex, none of which was secret.
Samantha Jones: Fine, it just proves that I'm not ashamed of anyone whom I've slept with.
Samantha Jones: There's no such thing as bad publicity.
Carrie Bradshaw: Yeah, you would say that, you're a publicist.
Charlotte York: So we would talk about art, and sex, and the Torah.
Carrie Bradshaw: Well, why didn't you introduce him to anybody?
Charlotte York: I was embarrassed! I mean, I couldn't really date him. And he couldn't date me. I mean, what would people think?
Samantha Jones: Well, if the sex was good, who cares what anybody thinks?