A New York writer on sex and love is finally getting married to her Mr. Big. But her three best girlfriends must console her after one of them inadvertently leads Mr. Big to jilt her.

Mr. Big: Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours.
Carrie Bradshaw: What makes you think something bad is gonna happen?
Charlotte York: Because! Nobody gets everything they want! Look at you, look at Miranda. You're good people and you two both got shafted. I'm so happy and... something bad is going to happen.
Carrie Bradshaw: Sweetie, you shit your pants this year. I think you're done.
Samantha Jones: The good ones screw you, the bad ones screw you, and the rest don't know how to screw you.
Carrie Bradshaw: They say nothing lasts forever; dreams change, trends come and go, but friendships never go out of style.
Samantha Jones: Relationships aren't just about being happy. I mean, how often are you happy in your relationship?
Charlotte York: Every day.
Samantha Jones: Every day?
Charlotte York: Well, not all day every day but yes, every day.
Carrie Bradshaw: Some love stories aren't epic novels, some are short stories
Carrie Bradshaw: But, that doesn't make them any less filled with love.
[last lines]
Carrie Bradshaw: [voiceover] And there, in the same city where they met as girls, four New York women entered the next phase of their lives dressed head to toe in love. And that's the one label that never goes out of style.
Carrie Bradshaw: Maybe you're only alloted a certain amount of tears per man; and I've used mine up.
Mr. Big: Would you want to get married?
Carrie Bradshaw: Well, I didn't, didn't think that was an option.
Mr. Big: What if it was an option?
Carrie Bradshaw: Why? What? Do you want to get married?
Mr. Big: I wouldn't mind being married to you. Would you mind being married to me?
Carrie Bradshaw: No, no, not, not if that's what you wanted. I mean, is, is that what you want?
Mr. Big: I want you. So, ok.
Carrie Bradshaw: So really, we're, we're getting married?
Mr. Big: We're getting married. Should we get you a diamond?
Carrie Bradshaw: No. No. Just get me a really big closet.
Carrie Bradshaw: Well, honey, what have you been eating?
Samantha Jones: Everything except Dante's dick.
Carrie Bradshaw: Some labels are best left in the closet.
Carrie Bradshaw: He's my boyfriend.
Mr. Big: Aren't I a little old to be introduced as your boyfriend?
Carrie Bradshaw: Point taken. From now on you'll be my man-friend.
Mr. Big: That sounds like a dog.
Carrie Bradshaw: Well if the shoe fits.
Samantha Jones: A lot of shit went down in this apartment. Attention must be paid!
Carrie Bradshaw: Charlotte Poughkeepsied in her pants.
Carrie Bradshaw: It wasn't logic, it was love.
Steve Brady: Miranda, it's still me.
Miranda Hobbes: Is it?
Samantha Jones: Is a relationship saying his name fifty times more a day than my own?
Mr. Big: You make me very happy.
Carrie Bradshaw: Yeah, yeah... put it in writing.
Carrie Bradshaw: Yes, the honeymoon to a romantic Mexican resort that I prepaid on my credit card to surprise the man who jilted me.
Harry Goldenblatt: I'm a big pile of love today.
Samantha Jones: [hands Carrie her iPhone, which Carrie returns somewhat disgusted]
Carrie Bradshaw: I don't know how to work this!
Carrie Bradshaw: New York Magazine says Brooklyn is the new Manhattan.
Miranda Hobbes: Yes, but whoever wrote that lives in Brooklyn.
Samantha Jones: Happy fucking Valentine's Day.
Samantha Jones: I can't color enough, I would color all day every day If I had my way, I would use every crayon in my box
Carrie Bradshaw: We get it! You like to color...
Carrie Bradshaw: I thought I'd still be in extreme pain. But I feel nothing. I'd like some more nothing.
[Miranda pours her some more Skyy vodka]
Samantha Jones: Don't blame marriage. This one's married and she's not growing a national forest.
Jerry 'Smith' Jerrod: You seem distant.
Samantha Jones: Distant? You're still in me.
Samantha Jones: [calls Carrie on Valentine's Day] Just calling to make sure you aren't hanging from your shower rod.
[first lines]
Carrie Bradshaw: [voiceover] Year after year, twenty-something women come to New York City in search of the two L's: labels and love.
Resort Worker: Very good, Mrs. Preston.
[walks away from table]
Carrie Bradshaw: [gives blank look] That was like taking a bullet.
Miranda Hobbes: [at a bar, drinking Cosmopolitans] Why did we ever stop drinking these?
Carrie Bradshaw: Because everyone else started!
Charlotte York: I always knew she'd marry Big.
Samantha Jones: You thought that after the second break up?
Charlotte York: Yep.
Miranda Hobbes: After the fifteenth?
Carrie Bradshaw: Ha ha, we broke up a lot.
Samantha Jones: I feel the same way as you feel about Botox. Painful and unnecessary.
Carrie Bradshaw: Lets go down to the hotel for dinner tonight, I need to get myself out of my Mexi-coma.
Samantha Jones: Aww, you made a little joke. Good for you!
Miranda Hobbes: Charlotte has pudding in her Prada.
Mr. Big: That's why you need a diamond... to seal the deal.
Carrie Bradshaw: I put a bird on my head.
Samantha Jones: Jesus honey! Wax much?
Miranda Hobbes: What? My marriage is going through a rough spot. I dont have time to wax!
Samantha Jones: I could be on death row and not have that *situation*!
Samantha Jones: So here's to the groom, who finally got Carried away.
Samantha Jones: I'm gonna say the one thing you aren't supposed to say. I love you... but I love me more. I've been in a relationship with myself for 49 years and that's the one I need to work on.
Miranda Hobbes: Is it just me or is Valentine's Day on steroids this year?
Carrie Bradshaw: No it's the same, we just played for the other team.
Samantha Jones: This is my second most favorite thing I've found in there.
Carrie Bradshaw: I let the wedding get bigger than Big.
Harry Goldenblatt: It's my lot in life to be surrounded by beautiful women.
Samantha Jones: Hey dick-wad, I'm speaking.
Carrie Bradshaw: [braces herself in the door, bows] Hello... I live here!
Carrie Bradshaw: Women come to New York for the two L's: Labels and Love.
Carrie Bradshaw: Aside from the space issue... why'd you move to New York?
Louise: ...to fall in love.
Miranda Hobbes: [shouting to a passionately kissing couple] Yeah, it's all so hot three days in!
Enid Frick: Forty is the last age a woman can be photographed in a wedding dress without the unintended Diane Arbus subtext.
Anthony Marentino: The invitations are fancier than the dress.
Carrie Bradshaw: I heard that.
Anthony Marentino: I meant you to!
Miranda Hobbes: The only two choices for women; witch and sexy kitten.
Carrie Bradshaw: Oh you just said a mouthful there sister.
Carrie Bradshaw: You brought me back to life.
Louise: It's a rental. Like Netflix for purses.
Carrie Bradshaw: It's the last single girl kiss.
Miranda Hobbes: And I'm deaf.
Carrie Bradshaw: And we were dressed from head to toe in love... the only label that never goes out of style.
Samantha Jones: You see? This is how it starts. Next thing you know, we're only having sex three or four times a week.
Carrie Bradshaw: What does your gut tell you?
Carrie Bradshaw: I know, my head's in the Witness Protection Program.
Carrie Bradshaw: When Big colors... he rarely stays within the lines.
Jerry 'Smith' Jerrod: Your two best friends just got screwed over by their guys, how could you not be distant?
Samantha Jones: Oh, honey, you made a little joke. Good for you!
Anthony Marentino: It's like trying to fit a cream puff through a key hole.
Miranda Hobbes: You two are crazy to get married. Marriage ruins everything.
Carrie Bradshaw: Sweetie, you shit your pants this year. I think you're done.
Charlotte York: [to Big] I curse the day you were born!
Samantha Jones: [meeting a naked Dante] I'm sorry. I'm your neighbor and my dog ran up on your dick... deck!
Mr. Big: This is my third marriage. How do you think that makes me look?
Samantha Jones: Here we come.

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