Sex and the City

Honey, you know me, I don't really believe in marriage; now Botox on the other hand, that works every time.

You see? This is how it starts. Next thing you know, we're only having sex three or four times a week.

So here's to the groom, who finally got Carried away.

We were perfectly happy before we decided to live happily ever after.

You two are crazy to get married. Marriage ruins everything.

Year after year, twenty-something women come to New York in search of the two "L"s: Labels & Love.

After years of living in the city I assumed that if my friends and I ever got our fairytale endings, that would be the end of the story. But real life always has a twist.

I let the wedding get bigger than Big!

The only two choices for women; witch and sexy kitten.

Year after year, my single girlfriends were my salvation.

Nobody gets everything they want! Look at you, look at Miranda. You're good people and you two both got shafted. I'm so happy and... something bad is going to happen.

And just like that, Vivienne Westwood kicked my sweet little suit's ass.

Sex.

Ever mine. Ever Thine. Ever Ours.

Hey dick-wad, I'm speaking.

Is a relationship saying his name fifty times more a day than my own?

"Charlotte Poughkeepsied in her pants.

My marriage is going through a rough spot. I don't have time to wax!

It wasn't logic, it was love.

I feel the same way as you feel about Botox. Painful and unnecessary.