Samantha: Would you like another cocktail?
Carrie: No, no, no, I can't be drunk on the plane. I want to arrive stunning and impossibly fresh looking.
Big: You're the loves of her life and a guy's just lucky to come in fourth.
Carrie: Today I had a thought. What if I ... what if I had never met you?
Carrie: I fell. I fell in Dior. So I decided that the more I purchased the less they'd think of me as the American who fell in Dior.
Aleksandr: They don't think like that.
Carrie: Well, not anymore they don't. This is the shopping equivalent of a lobotomy.