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

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

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!

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

I put a bird on my head.

It wasn't logic, it was love.

You brought me back to life.

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

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

Don't blame marriage, this one's married and she's not growing a national forest. Any thicker and you won't be able to find it.

Hey dick-wad, I'm speaking.

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

Oh honey, you made a little joke! Good for you.

[To Mr. Big] I curse the day you were born!

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.

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

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

Charlotte has pudding in her Prada.

Mommy's home.