domingo, 21 de dezembro de 2008

Is it safe to buy pot from strangers?
They are not strangers. They are new friends with pot.

sexta-feira, 12 de dezembro de 2008

'La Femme Avec Les Yeus Lumineux'


Charlotte: It all sounds very old world to me. Very 18th century Russia.

Carrie: Yes, and I live in New York city. I think it's romantic if someone offers me a seat on the subway.
Charlotte: We are just starved for real romance, that is the sad truth.

(...)

Miranda: That's why I proposed to Steve after three-dollar beers.
Charlotte: You proposed?!
Sam: You proposed....marriage?
Miranda: Ok, everybody stops. It's not a big deal! There'll be no big circus wedding. No bridesmaids, no white dress, no posed pictures. I hate all that shit.
Charlotte: Well, that's your choice. Every bride has to find her own style.
Sam: When is it gonna be?
Miranda: As soon as I can find some place that doesn't make me hurl. I just wanna be with Steve!
Charlotte (crying): Oh, Miranda...
Miranda: Okay, that's exactly what I don't want. No tears.
Carrie (crying): Oh my god...
Sam (crying): I can't believe it...
Miranda: You're all freaking me out. Samantha, I expected more from you.
(Leaves the restaurant)

terça-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2008

Carrie: He is sexy. Yesterday I almost did it with him in a park bench in front of children.
Sam: What stopped you?
Carrie: Common decency...?
Sam: Ah, that.


Sam: THIS can't get old. No man wants to fuck grandma's pussy.
Carrie: Oh my god, we are in a kid's birthday party!

segunda-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2008


Sam: Hi! I need something that will make a guy come in his pants as soon as he sees me.

Carrie: You talk to sales people like that?!

Sam: I've always wanted to take a train. It's so sexy! You never know who is getting on and getting me on.

segunda-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2008

Adventures on a Train to L.A.

Carrie: And... Wait! We shower under the toilet?!
Samantha: I'm starting to understand why there was a murder on the Orient Express...
(...)
Samantha: Did you notice that everytime we stop, more good-looking people get off and more ugly people get on? This train goes to Uglyland!
(...)
Waiter: What can I get you M'am?
Samantha: A martini and a plain.
Carrie: And suddenly we went from "Some Like it Hot" to "Some Like Us Not"...