


Carrie: Honey, if it hurts so much, why are we going shopping?
Samantha: I have a broken toe, not a broken spirit.
Mr. Big: You girls are the loves of her life, a guy is lucky to come in fourth.
Carrie: I'm not home, but my shoes are. Leave them a message.
Samantha: Well, let's just say it: you won.
Carrie: Was there a contest?
Samantha: Oh please! There's always a contest with an ex. It's called "who will die miserable."
Carrie: Was there a contest?
Samantha: Oh please! There's always a contest with an ex. It's called "who will die miserable."
Samantha (upon seeing a firefighter): Hello, 911. I'm on fire.

