Charlotte York Goldenblatt Quotes
Samantha: That is one fine looking man, I would like to get me some of that.
Charlotte: Don't talk like that.
Samantha: Like what?
Charlotte: You know.
Samantha: Oh, relax, with the nicher glibly reaction, that wasn't black talk, that was sex talk.
Charlotte: First, of all, it isn't black talk, it's African American talk, and you should'nt be talking like that at all Samantha, it's rude and politically incorrect.
Carrie: Sweetie, a reminder, Samantha is rude and politically incorrect.
Miranda: She's an equal opportunity offender.
Samantha: Precisely, I don't see colour, I see conquest.
Charlotte: Maybe, we could work on it, practice makes perfect.
Samantha: No, no, no, dump him, a bad kisser is non-negotiable.
Charlotte: You'd dump a guy because of a bad kiss?
Samantha: Honey, you have too. I mean, if their tongue's just gonna lay there, what do you think their dick's gonna do?
Carrie: Point taken.
Charlotte: He has these sweet little lips, I thought he would be a good kisser.
Carrie: You see that's the scary thing, you can never tell, they look totally normal.
Miranda: Until their pointy tongue is darting in and out of your mouth.
Carrie: Oh, the stabby little pointy tongue, that is the worst of the worst.
Samantha: No, what's worse, is when they expect you to do all the work, and their tongue just lays there in your mouth like a clam.
Carrie, Miranda and Charlotte: Ewwwww!!
Carrie: Clam mouth, that's the worst!
Samantha: At that point, I say get that thing out of my mouth, put it in a cab and take its lazy ass home.
Samantha: You know I think it's great. He's open to all sexual experiences. He's evolved. He's hot.
Miranda: He's not hot. It's greedy. he's double dipping.
Samantha: You're not marrying the guy. You're making out with him. Enjoy it and don't worry about the label.
Charlotte: I'm very into labels; gay, straight, pick a side and stay there.
Miranda: Well, I'm gonna drag myself home. You wanna share a cab?
Carrie: No, I'm meeting Sean.
Charlotte: Oh, the young guy?
Carrie: He's not that young.
Miranda: Carrie, he's twenty six. His generation is a totally different letter than ours.
Carrie: Oh, who cares, age is an illusion.
Carrie: You know I did the date the bi-sexual guy thing in college, but in the end they all ended up with men.
Samantha: So, did the bi-sexual women.
Charlotte: Which explains why there are no available men left for us.
Charlotte: I don't have a goody drawer.
Carrie: Oh, everybody has a goody drawer.
Samantha: I have a goody closet.
Carrie: I just can't believe she opened your goody drawer. I mean, everyone knows the night stand is private.
Charlotte: What do you have in there?
Miranda: You know the usual, condoms, vibrator....
Carrie: Massage oils, cigarettes.
Charlotte: Well at least you have a boyfriend.
Miranda: That doesn't mean I'm getting married, it means I'm getting laid.
Carrie: You know who those women marry? The Roman numeral guys.
Charlotte: (reading from the paper) Charles Duffy Anderson IV.
Carrie: Ding-ding-ding!
Samantha: I find the higher the number the worse the sex. I went out with somebody III who couldn't even get it up.
Miranda: Imagine how bad Henry VIII must have been.
Carrie: Yeah, you give him head, he cuts yours off!
I love that, one woman's trash is another woman's treasure.
