Samantha: I've got something to make you feel better. Carrie: Oh! Dildos before 10 am! I'm all perked up!
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Michael Patrick King
Michael Patrick King (born September 14, 1954) is an American director, writer and producer for television shows and films. 2Life and career King was born to an Irish-American family in Scranton, Pennsylvania and was raised as a Roman Catholic. He attended Mercyhurst University in Erie, Pennsylvania for three years. In 1975, King moved to New York, did comedy, and wrote plays. He also was a member of a comedy improv group called The Broadway Local which mostly performed at Manhattan Punch Line Theatre. They were considered to be the in-house Improv group there. He eventually moved to Los Angeles, where he found work writing for the television series Murphy Brown, and was nominated for several Emmys. He has written for another HBO show, The Comeback, as well as for broadcast shows Will & Grace, Good Advice and Cybill. He may be best known for his work on the HBO series Sex and the City, which was created by Darren Star. King wrote all the season premieres and finales of Sex and the City (except its Pilot, written by Star, and the fifth-season finale, which King co-wrote with Cindy Chupack
Charlotte: Samantha, your face is glowing. Did you get a facial or something? Samantha: I masturbated all afternoon.
Maybe we can be each other’s soul mates. And then we can let men be just these great, nice guys to have fun with.
Charlotte: We are having Trey's sperm tested. Miranda: Is it not doing well in school?
Are men just women with balls?
I don't know... is it okay to fuck one guy when you're pregnant with another guy's baby?
I used to think those people who sat alone at Starbucks writing on their laptops were pretentious posers. Now I know: They are people who have recently moved in with someone.
The hard thing about fighting in relationships is that there’s no referee. There’s no one to tell you which comments are below the belt. As a result, someone usually gets hurt.
Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives?
Can you make a mistake and miss your fate?
Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know that…
Charlotte: What kind of diet book are you looking for? Miranda: I don't know. Something with a title like How to Lose That Baby Fat by Sitting On Your Ass.
I will not be judged by you or society. I will wear whatever and blow whomever I want as long as I can breathe—and kneel.
Samantha: No smoking in bars? What's next, no fucking in bars? Miranda: Well, first there would have to be a no-fucking section.
Miranda: Twenty dollars for a hamburger. Oh, that's reasonable. Samantha: Pathetic! When I moved to this neighborhood, the only thing that cost twenty dollars was a hand job from a tranny.
I like my money where I can see it, hanging in my closet.