Miranda: I have low self-esteem, but I express it the healthy way -- by eating a box of Double-Stuf Oreos.
Samantha: So help me—she fucks on my couch, she buys it.
Carrie: Isn't that how you got the couch from me?
Miranda: Maybe it's maturity or the wisdom that comes with age, but the witch in Hansel and Gretel --she's very misunderstood. I mean, the woman builds her dream house and these brats come along and start eating it.
Miranda: So all I have to do to meet the ideal man is to give birth to him.
Samantha: Frankly, I think it's sad, the way she's using a child to validate her existence.
Carrie: Exactly. Why can't she just use sex and a nice cocktail like the rest of us?
Carrie: (Buying a pregnancy test) Which kind do I get?
Miranda: Here. This one's on sale: half-off.
Carrie: I just spent $395 on a pair of open-toed Guccis last week. This is not the place to be frugal.