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James: And how are the most beautiful women in Manhattan?
Miranda: If we see them I'll ask.
Miranda: I'm telling you, married people are the enemy.
<Carrie's been hiding out at home for a month... >
Miranda: Get your coat on, Anne Frank, we're goin' out.
Sean, <who's ice skating with Carrie>: I'm guessing it's easier to balance when you're not smoking.
Carrie: Smoking is the only thing that keeps me balanced.
Charlotte: Miranda has a son!
Samantha: Just what the world needs: another man.
<On meeting Big's new girlfriend>
Carrie: Your girl is lovely, Hubbell.
Mr. Big: I don't get it.
Carrie: And you never will.
Miranda: Do any of you have a completely unremarkable friend or maybe a houseplant I could go to dinner with on Saturday night?
Carrie: It's a pattern.
Samantha: I don't have a pattern.
Carrie: In math, randomness is considered a pattern.
Samantha: Yes, and I'm what they call a prime number.
Mr. Big: Hey, have you got a light?
Carrie: I quit.
Mr. Big: Aw, we always used to share a cigarette together.
Carrie: We did a lot of things that were bad for me together.
Aidan: Well, if Miranda doesn't want the kid, can't she just give it to Charlotte?
Carrie: No... it's not like a sweater.
Samantha: Tell me why we're going to this again?
Carrie: She's an old friend going through a breakup. We're being supportive.
Samantha: On a Friday night?
Charlotte: She tried to kill herself!
Miranda: It was six Advil!
Charlotte: On an empty stomach!
Carrie: I wanted a man who'd commit, not a man who was committed. Apparently we have to be more specific.
Miranda: You haven't had a crush since Big.
Carrie: Big wasn't a crush. He was a crash.
Miranda: After years of odd men, God is throwing me a bone.
Carrie: And possibly a boner as well.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the STARS.
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