'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)