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Sex & The City - Saison 3

Miranda: I do not have Steve. There is no having of the Steve. We're just friends.
Samantha: No, we're just friends. I don't put my dick in you.

Carrie: I figured we made a good match. I was adept at fashion; he was adept at politics. And really, what's the difference? They're both about recycling shop-worn ideas and making them seem fresh and inspiring.

Samantha: I don't believe in the Republican party or the Democratic party. I just believe in parties.

Charlotte, on her date who's a very bad kisser: He raped my face! I'm never seeing him again!

Samantha: They practically chased me with torches like I was Fuckenstein!

Carrie: I realized I was in the throes of an existential crisis. One that not even the sight of this season's Dolce & Gabbana strappy sandals could lift me out of.

Charlotte: Do you have another?
Carrie: Ladies, I am not Tampax central. Put on list: buy tampons.
Charlotte: Well, I have them at home but they won't fit in my Kate Spade purse.
Miranda: Wow—Kate must have a tiny vagina.

Carrie: I had often fantasized about running into my ex and his wife. But in those fantasies, I was running over them with a truck.

Samantha: Maybe there's something he can eat to make it sweeter.
Carrie: Maybe you should write to Martha Stewart.
Miranda: "Dear Martha: Funky spunk. Help."

Carrie: It was a typical doowntown male mix. Ten percent Wall Street, ten percent real estate, and ten percent [Samantha had] already slept with.