Yesterday I watched some episodes from Sex & The City for like the ten millionth time, and they could still make me laugh. Here's some of my favorite bits:
Miranda: I just don't get it. Why do men get skidmarks? Is it laziness or are they just in a rush? Carrie: I don't know, but whatever it is it goes hand in hand with urinating on the seat. Miranda: I tell you one thing: when your boyfriend is so comfortable he can't be bothered to wipe his ass, that's the end of romance right there.
Charlotte: What kind of diet book are you looking for? Miranda: I don't know. Something with a title like 'How to Lose That Baby Fat by Sitting On Your Ass.'
K this ones for you! Stanford: Before I tell you, you have to promise not to judge. Carrie: Do I judge? Stanford: We all judge. That's our hobby. Some people do arts and crafts; we judge.
Samantha: You dated Mr. Big. I'm dating Mr. Too-Big! Carrie: You broke up with your last boyfriend because he was too small, now this one's too big. Who are you, Goldie-Cocks?
Carrie: How did this happen? How did they get the message that the ass is now on the menu? Miranda: I bet there's one loud-mouthed guy who found some woman who loved it and told everyone 'women LOVE this!' Carrie: Who is this guy? Miranda: Who's the woman who loved it? Samantha: Don't knock it 'till you've tried it! Carrie: Bingo!
Samantha (on BS feminist book 'The Rules'): The women who wrote that bookâthey wrote it because they couldn't get laid, so they constructed this whole bullshit theory to make women who can get laid feel bad
Charlotte: I'm afraid if I don't, you'll dump me, and if I do, then I'll be the up-the-butt girl. And I don't want to be the up-the-butt girl because, I mean, men don't marry the up-the-butt girl. Who's ever heard of Mrs. Up-The-Butt?
