Miranda: I'm sorry, Steve, I'm an asshole.
Steve: Yeah you are. But you're my asshole.
Miranda: That's sweet. And gross, at the same time.
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?
Charlotte: Is it safe? Are there stairs? What about sharp edges?
Carrie: Charlotte, it's a death trap. We're just going to strap a pillow around the kid and hope for the best.
Miranda: I'm in the woods in my negligee and my cell phone only has two bars left. HELP!