I mean, I've only got like a million viable eggs left. Is that okay? There's always a contest with an ex. Samantha: That's the thing about the Brazilian. Charlotte: I don't have a goodie drawer. Charlotte, on her date who's a very bad kisser: He raped my face!
I'm a bartender and I get awfully tired of dealing with other people's neuroses. So maybe you can't change a man Where you going? Carrie: Eleventh grade. Edit Delete.
One martini, six olives. Go to the window. I hate that you look at other women. Come on in.