Carrie: The longer I sat at that table, the more alone I felt. And it really hit me: I am 35 and alone! Miranda: You are not alone. Carrie: No, I know I have you guys, but...and really, I hate myself a little for saying this, but...it felt really sad not to have a man in my life who cares about me. No special guy to wish me happy birthday. No goddamn soulmate. And I don't even know if I belive in soulmates. Charlotte: Don't laugh at me, but maybe we could be each others soulmates? And then we could let men be just these great nice guys to have fun with? Samantha: Well, that sounds like a plan. Carrie: I'm 35. 35 is not 25. Miranda: Thank God! Carrie: I'm 35! Samantha: Oh, shut the f*** up. I'm 140!
Samantha is crying Carrie: What's going on, why are you crying? Samantha: James has a small dick. Carrie: Well, it's not the end of the world. Samantha: It's really small. Miranda: How small? Samantha: Too small. Carrie: Well, size isn't everything.... Samantha: Three inches..... Carrie: Well.... Samantha: Hard! Charlotte: Is he a good kisser? Samantha: Oh, who the fuck cares! His dick is like a gherkin!