Sex and the City Season 3 Episode 17

Miranda: I can't believe he took your shoes!
Carrie: I know, I probably got trichinosis!
Miranda: You only get that from pork.
Carrie: Oh, well, I'm sure I stepped on a piece of it somewhere.

Sam: That was awesome.
Samantha: Yes it was.
Sam: Sam.
Samantha: Yes, Sam.
Sam: I think I love you?
Samantha: Oh, honey, that wasn't love, that was sex.

Samantha: Maybe the universe is telling me that I should fuck that cute virgin and give him that great first time experience that I never had?
Carrie: That's not karma, that's statutory rape.

Carrie: (on the phone with Miranda) Tell Detective Stevens, if he sees a woman with last years pink suede Manolo Blahnik strappy sandals, bring her in for questioning immediately.

Carrie: I don't understand this? I get mugged and you get him? I guess that's my karma.
Miranda: Just because he said he's gonna call doesn't mean he's gonna call.
Carrie: What are you talking about? The man was smitten with you.
Miranda: He probably wants free legal advice, that's usually my karma.

Robber: (points a gun in her face) Give me your bag!
Carrie: What?
Robber: Your bag.
Carrie: It's a baguette.
Robber: Let me have it.
Carrie: (thinks) I couldn't believe it? Fifteen years in New York and just when the city was getting safe, I was getting robbed.
Carrie: Is this for real?
Robber: Your watch and your ring, quick.
Carrie: Jesus!
Robber: And your Manolo Blahniks!
Carrie: What? No!
Robber: Give me your fucking Blahniks!
Carrie: (thinks) These guys weren't just after money anymore, they were after fashion.

Charlotte: He was so tan and muscular, and sweat ran down from his chest unto his perfectly defined stomach.
Carrie: See, you read a couple of Harlequin romances in high school and they scar you for life.

Charlotte: I'm married, I can't be looking at gardeners. This is insane.
Samantha: Honey, what's the point of being in the suburbs if you're not going to fuck a gardener?