Carrie Bradshaw: [voiceover narration] I didn't understand. Did all men secretly want their women promiscuous and emotionally detached? And if I was really having sex like a man, why didn't I feel more in control?
Samantha Jones: [pointing to Mr. Big] You see that guy? He's the next Donald Trump. Except he's younger and much better looking.
Carrie Bradshaw: It's like the riddle of the Sphinx: why are there so many great unmarried women, and no great unmarried men?
Elizabeth: He never did call, of course. Bastard! I don't understand.
Carrie Bradshaw: [voiceover narration] She told me one day over coffee.
Elizabeth: I don't understand. In England, looking at houses together, would have meant something.
Carrie Bradshaw: [voiceover narration] Then I realized, no one had told her about the end of love in Manhattan. Welcome to the age of un-innocence. No one has breakfast at Tiffany's, and no one has affairs to remember. Instead, we have breakfast at seven a.m., and affairs we try to forget as quickly as possible. Self-protection and closing the deal are paramount. Cupid has flown the co-op!
Peter Mason: There's not one woman in New York who hasn't turned down ten wonderful guys because they were too short, or too fat, or too poor.
Miranda Hobbes: I have been out with some of those guys. The short, fat, poor ones. It makes absolutely no difference. They are just as self-centered and unappreciative as the good-looking ones.
Peter Mason: Why don't these women just marry a fat guy? Why don't they just marry a big fat tub of lard?
[after Carrie had sex with Kurt and she left him 'hanging']
Carrie Bradshaw: [voiceover narration] After I began to get dressed, I'd realized that I'd done it. I'd just had sex like a man. I left feeling powerful, potent, and incredibly alive. I felt like I owned this city. - Nothing and no one could get in my way.
[after someone bumped Carrie and she dropped her purse, all its contents falling out. Mr Big helps her get her stuff]
Carrie Bradshaw: [voiceover narration] Number one, he's very handsome. Number two, he's not wearing a wedding ring. Number three, he knows I carry a personal supply of ultra-textured Trojans with a reservoir tip.
Carrie Bradshaw: So what are you doing later?
Kurt Harrington: I thought you weren't talking to me for the rest of your life?
Carrie Bradshaw: Who said anything about talking?
Mr. Big: So what have you been doing lately?
Carrie Bradshaw: You mean besides going out every night?
Mr. Big: Yeah. I mean, what do you do for work?
Carrie Bradshaw: Well, this is my work. I'm sort of a sexual anthropologist.
Mr. Big: You mean like a hooker?
Carrie Bradshaw: No. I umm... I write a column called 'Sex and the City.' Right now I'm researching an article about women who have sex like men. You know, they have sex and then afterwards they feel nothing.
Mr. Big: But you're not like that?
Carrie Bradshaw: Well, aren't you?
Mr. Big: Not a drop. Not even a half of a drop.
Carrie Bradshaw: Wow! What's wrong with you?
Mr. Big: I get it... You've never been in love.
Carrie Bradshaw: Oh, yeah?
Mr. Big: Yeah.
Carrie Bradshaw: [voiceover narration] Once upon a time an English journalist came to New York. Elizabeth was attractive and bright, and right away she hooked up with one of the city's typically eligible bachelors.
Capote Duncan: [to Charlotte] Look I understand where you're coming from, and I totally respect it. But I really need to have sex tonight.
Miranda Hobbes: [at the transvestite restaurant for her birthday] It's like that guy, Jeremiah, the poet. I mean the sex was incredible, but then he wanted to read me his poetry and go out to dinner and the whole chat bit, and I'm like, "Let's not even go there."