![]() Carrie: Someone who knows better. Mr. Big: You smell nice. Carrie: I'm not sleeping with you tonight. Mr. Big: I thought we were just having dinner. Carrie: We are. |
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![]() Carrie: Say it a little louder, I don't think the old lady in the last row heard you. |
![]() Doctor: I just meant statistically..... Samantha: You're lucky to have touched my breasts. |
![]() Carrie: No, I...I don't think that's what he was saying. 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 Turrets? |
![]() 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. |
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