Mi serie favorita creo que de todos los tiempos y aca dejo mis frases favoritas y perfectamente aplicables a mi (obviamente no todas), no son poquitas porque no pueden ser poquitas! 
Samantha : There’s two kinds of guys. The ones who hold your hand and the ones that fuck you.
Samantha : The bad news is you’re fired. The good news is now I can fuck you.
Carrie: Miranda, I’m still asleep. How can you have had an emotional mini-drama already?
Carrie : Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.
Carrie : I’m looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love. And I don’t think that love is here in this expensive suite in this lovely hotel in Paris.
Mr. Big : You’re moving to Paris with a Russkie?
Carrie : You do this every time! Every time! What do you have, some kind of radar? ‘Carrie might be happy, it’s time to sweep in and shit all over it!’
Samantha : We’re not going to encourage you to cross an ocean. We’re selfish bitches who like you in New York!
Miranda : What I don’t understand is, if they got it all, why do you need chemo?
Samantha : Because he’s an asshole!
Carrie : Evidently there could be something microscopic.
Samantha : Like his dick!
Carrie : Excuse me, do you have cancer or Tourette’s?
Miranda : Tell me what you’re talking about.
Samantha : I’ll tell you tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin your special day.
Miranda : Forget about my special fucking day and be normal, please, I beg of you!
Samantha : I have breast cancer.
Miranda : What?
Samantha : See? Now it’s my special fucking day.
Carrie : How about I read you a little bit of my favorite poetry?
Aleksandr : Please.
Carrie [Reads from Vogue] : “Cocktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta sleeveless silk full skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt.” Now that is pure poetry.
Samantha : So, how were they?
Carrie : The pancakes? Delicious, exactly what I wanted. I couldn’t get enough.
Samantha : No, I was referring to the moves.
Carrie : Delicious, exactly what I wanted. I couldn’t get enough.
(Al principio me frikiaba que me hicieran esto!)
Samantha : He did something to me that was so perverse! Okay, I’m just going to say it. He tried to hold my hand.
Carrie : You mean to tell me that Smith is a hand-holder? And to think he once served us food.
(No sean cretinos!)
illy : All I’m saying is that there’s no good way to break up with someone.
Carrie : Well, it’s funny you should mention that Billy, because, actually, there is. You can have the guts and the courtesy to tell a woman, to her face, that you no longer want to see her. Call me crazy but, I think that, you can make a point of ending your relationship in a manner that does not include an e-mail, a doorman, or a missing persons report. I think you could all get over your fear of looking like the bad guy and actually have the uncomfortable break-up conversation Because, here’s what; Avoiding that is what makes you the bad guy. And just so you know, Alan;
Andrew : Andrew…
Carrie : Uh huh. Most women aren’t angry, irrational psychos. We just want an ending to a relationship that… That is thoughtful and decent and honours what we had together. So my point, Billy, is this; There is a good way to break-up with someone, And it doesn’t include a post-it.
Carrie: Some people are settling, some people are settling down, and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.
Charlotte : He should’ve mentioned her earlier.
Samantha : But not too early. I hate it when men do that. “I have a girlfriend.” Calm down, I just asked if that seat was taken!
Carrie : Men who are good looking are never good in bed because they never had to be.
Miranda : Why don’t straight men have bodies like this?
Carrie : Because gay men have the possibility of sex at the gym. If straight men had that they’d be working out all the time too.
Samantha : I’ve had sex at the gym.
Carrie : See? Samantha’s doing her part to motivate the masses!
Samantha : I’ve lost my orgasm.
Carrie : In the cab?
Charlotte : What do you mean, ‘lost’?
Samantha : I just spent the last two hours f**king with no finale.
Carrie : It happens. Sometimes you just can’t get there.
Samantha : I can always get there.
Charlotte : Every time you have sex?
Carrie : She’s exaggerating. Please say you’re exaggerating.
Samantha : Well, 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.
(esta si me pasa )
Carrie : I will not be the first one to speak. And if he never calls me again, I’ll always think of him fondly. As an asshole.
Miranda : How did it happen that four such smart women have nothing to talk about but boyfriends? It’s like seventh grade with bank accounts.
Carrie: I met this new guy Berger, and I just get that zsa zsa zsu.
Charlotte: It takes half the total time you went out with someone to get over them.
Carrie: I always like a good math solution to any love problem.
Samantha: Men cheat for the same reason dogs lick their balls: because they can.
Charlotte: He raped my face!
Adam: Come on, give me a little BJ, up and down a couple times, you’re done, it’s easy!
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 nothin’!
Carrie: As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going.
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