Four female New Yorkers gossip about their sex-lives (or lack thereof) and find new ways to deal with being a woman in the 90s.

Samantha: You men have no idea what we're dealing with down there. Teeth placement, and jaw stress, and suction, and gag reflex, and all the while bobbing up and down, moaning and trying to breathe through our noses. Easy? Honey, they don't call it a job for nothing.
Carrie: The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them, and others you don't. But, in the end, they're the people you always come home to. Sometimes it's the family you're born into and sometimes it's the one you make for yourself.
Samantha: Fuck me badly once, shame on you. Fuck me badly twice, shame on me.
Carrie: The universe may not always play fair, but at least it's got a hell of a sense of humor.
Samantha: You dated Mr. Big. I'm dating Mr. Too Big.
Carrie: I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it.
Carrie: Have you ever been in love?
Mr. Big: Abso-fucking-lutely
Charlotte: How can you forget a guy you've slept with?
Carrie: Toto, I don't think we're in single digits anymore.
Carrie: I revealed too much too soon. I was emotionally slutty.
Samantha: The country runs better with a good looking man in the White House. I mean, look what happened with Nixon; no one wanted to fuck him, so he fucked everyone.
Carrie: Your girl is lovely Hubbell.
Mr. Big: I don't get it.
Carrie: And you never did.
Miranda: Sexy is what I try to get them to see after I win them over with my personality.
Carrie: Balls are to men what purses are to women. It's just a little bag, but we'd feel naked in public without it.
Carrie: Here, swear. Swear on Chanel.
Charlotte: Is it so much to ask that you not wear your dress up around your see-you-next-Tuesday?
Samantha: My what?
Charlotte: See... you... next
Carrie: Tuesday? Oh my god, was that a Schoolhouse Rock I missed?
Miranda: What's the big mystery? It's my clitoris, not the sphinx.
Carrie: I think you just found the title of your autobiography.
Carrie: It's a slippery slope. First you're going once a week, and then it's three times a week, and then the next thing you know, you're starting every sentence with, "My shrink says".
Miranda: My shrink says thats a very common fear.
Samantha: I remember when Danny had more than one thought, and they all involved going up my ass.
Charlotte: You had sex with Danny?
Samantha: Sure, he's cute, straight and we've known him for ten years. Haven't we all had sex with Danny?
Carrie: Oh yeah, that one weekend I was bored.
Charlotte: Just a New Year's Eve kiss.
Miranda: I showed him a boob in a coat checkroom.
Carrie: Just one?
Miranda: I sensed he couldn't commit.
Charlotte: Will you please not use the f-word in Vera Wang?
Miranda: Do any of you have a completely unremarkable friend or maybe a houseplant I could go to dinner with on Saturday night?
Carrie: So what are we going to do? Sit around bars, sipping Cosmos and sleeping with strangers when we're eighty?
Natasha: Yes, I'm sorry about it all. I'm sorry that he moved to Paris and fell in love with me. I'm sorry we ever got married. I'm sorry he cheated on me with you, and I'm sorry that I pretended to ignore it for as long as I did. I'm sorry I found you in my apartment, fell down the stairs, and broke my tooth. I'm very sorry that after much painful dental surgery, this tooth is still a different color than this tooth. Finally, I'm very sorry that you felt the need to come down here. Now not only have you ruined my marriage, you've ruined my lunch.
Miranda: I once was broken up with by a guy's doorman: "I'm sorry Ms. Hobbes, Jonathan won't be coming down. Ever."
Miranda: After years of odd men, God is throwing me a bone.
Carrie: And possibly a boner as well.
Samantha: You have a lot of nerve telling me to get a wax. If you were in Aruba the natives could bead your back. And it's not just there: every time I blow you I feel like I'm flossing.
Samantha: I'm a tri-sexual. I'll try anything once.
Samantha: I once dated a guy 'cause he had a pool. I'd go over and get all cocoa-buttered up. His mom brought my Kool-Aid
Carrie: Kool-Aid?
Samantha: Yeah, I was thirteen! And honey, you should have seen my tan!
Carrie: My Zen teacher also said the only way to true happiness is to live in the moment and not be worried about the future.
Miranda: Soulmates only exist in the Hallmark aisle at Duane Reid Drugs.
Miranda: I said no white, no ivory, no nothing that says 'virgin'. I have a child. The jig is up.
Stanford: Oh, my god, she's fashion roadkill!
Samantha: What am I supposed to say? "Hi, this is my lesbian lover. And p.s.: I'm done with dick"?
Samantha: There isn't enough wall space in New York City to hang all of my exes. Let me tell you, a lot of them were hung.
Charlotte: We finally have the penis working. I don't want to scare it.
Miranda: Okay, I'm definitely in the slow sexual group if even Charlotte is open to this.
Stanford: It's so not fair. All the good ones are straight... even the gay ones.
Miranda: I'm fine... but Charlotte, maybe your "hmmm hmmm" would like an order of fries?
Carrie: It's the end of an era.
Charlotte: I read that if you don't have sex for a year, you can actually become "revirginized".
Samantha: I'll admit I have had to polish myself off once or twice, but yes, when I RSVP to a party, I make it my business to come.
Miranda: I'm gonna ask you an unpleasant question now- why did you ever say yes?
Carrie: The man you love kneels down in the street and offers you a ring, you say yes that's what you do.
Charlotte: Can you have an affair with your own husband?
Miranda: I didn't tell Walker I was pregnant.
Carrie: Miranda!
Miranda: It didn't come up! If Walker had said to me, "Have you given birth recently?", I would have said, "Well, first of all, define recently."
Miranda: I'm dating skid-marks guy. When your boyfriend is so comfortable that he cannot be bothered to wipe his ass, that's the end of romance, right there.
Anthony Marantino: I am sleeping and walking! Sleeping and walking! How am I doing that?
Stanford: I don't like having anything inserted in my anus, even though it may come as a surprise.
Samantha: You get married and hope for the best. If it doesn't work out you'll get divorced. You can take tap with Bojangles over here.
Carrie: No I can't take a vow of for ever and ever if what I mean is for the forseeable future. I couldn't do that to Aiden.
Charlotte: Carrie, you're right, you have to tell him. But not before the wedding, it's supposed to be my week.
Miranda: It's you day. You get a day.
Samantha: Well, I don't know how you people do it. All that emotional chow-chow. It's exhausting.
Charlotte: Allow me to get right to the point. After careful consideration, I have decided that this is the year I am getting married.