I love "The Real Me", don't know why but I love it when Carrie falls over on the runway, and her face when she's presented with the pants to wear is classic! My favourite bit ever though, that makes me laugh out loud every time I see it, is where Samantha comes in to the restaurant for brakfast and announces she's dating a guy "with the funkiest spunk" and Charlotte just stands up and storms out. Fabulous!

Miranda: I said no white, no ivory, no nothing that says virgin. I have a child. The jig is up.

Adam: Come on, give me a little BJ, up and down a couple times, you're done, it's easy!
Samantha: Easy? 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'!

Samantha: Ladies! Seamen, twelve o'clock!
Miranda: I pray when I turn around there are sailors, because with her, you never know.

Nurse: Do you swallow?
Samantha: Only when surprised.

Samantha: I never leave underwear at a guy's place because I never see it again.
Charlotte: What happens to it?
Samantha: Nothing; I just never go back.
Carrie: Doesn't that get a little expensive, disposing of lingerie every time you sleep with a guy?
Samantha: That's why I stopped wearing underwear on dates.
Miranda: And that's why I'm never borrowing a dress from you again.

Samantha: Listen, when you're on location, don't do anything I wouldn't do.
Smith: What's that rule out?
Samantha: Mmmm, there are things. Karaoke, I don't do that.

Carrie: You broke up with James because he was too small. This guy's too big. Who are you, Goldicocks?
Samantha: Yep! I'm looking for one that's juuuust right.

Carrie: I had often fantasized about running into my ex and his wife. But in those fantasies, I was running over them with a truck.

Charlotte: There's just one thing and it's small, but it really grosses me out. We have a teabag situation.
Samantha: Oh, I understand. Just breathe through your nose.

Samantha: The only place you can control a man is in bed. If we perpetually gave men blow jobs we could run the world!
Carrie: And at least our hands would be free to greet dignitaries and stuff.

Samantha: Maybe there's something he can eat to make it sweeter.
Carrie: Maybe you should write to Martha Stewart.
Miranda: "Dear Martha: Funky spunk. Help."

Samantha: I'll tell you how to babyproof. Use a condom!

Charlotte: I have never done a number two at a boyfriend's place.
Samantha: Honey, you're so uptight, you need to do a number seven.

Samantha: 'I will wear whatever and blow whomever I want as long as I can breathe and kneel.'

Carrie: 'Think about it. If you are single, after graduation there isn't one occasion where people celebrate you. ... Hallmark doesn't make a 'congratulations, you didn't marry the wrong guy' card. And where's the flatware for going on vacation alone?'

Samantha: 'I'm a 'trisexual'. I'll try anything once.'

Samantha: 'He did something to me that was so perverse! Okay, I'm just going to say it. He tried to hold my hand'

To Samantha, when she finds out she's slept with Charlotte's brother
Charlotte: 'Is your vagina listed in the New York City guide books?! Because it should be – hottest spot in town! Always open!'

Samantha: 'If it's so hard to get pregnant, how do you account for the number of crying children on planes?'

Carrie: 'You can't make friends with a squirrel. Squirrels are just rats with cuter outfits.'

After oral sex
Samantha: 'Could you shave or something? Blowing you is like getting my teeth flossed.'

Carrie: 'How does that work? You go to bed one night, wake up the next morning, and poof - you're a lesbian?'