SAC at the Emmy's

I’ve been meaning to write this since Monday, but couldn’t ‘cause I had to finish my monstrous eight-page weekend saga. Well, on Sunday, Sarah Jessica Parker won the Emmy for best actress in a television comedy playing Carrie in HBO's “Sex and the City” (SAC). Additionally, Cynthia Nixon won the award for outstanding supporting actress in a comedy series, as Miranda in the show. So, a huge rave for SAC and the girls, with both awards well-timed and well-deserved.

In college, SAC was the only show that I followed on television. Therefore, it has had a huge influence on my thoughts about people and relationships (which is probably why I am still single). Even though it’s hard to name a favorite episode, I’ll choose “The Real Me”, which shows Carrie modelling for D&G with Heidi Klum for Fashion Week, Miranda having an unsuccessful tryst with a guy at the gym, Samantha getting her nude photographs taken, and Charlotte trying to cure her depressed vagina.

The other night, I was thinking who I’d be if I were to choose between Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte. I think I’d be a mix between Carrie and Charlotte because I’m looking for that perfect love, just like Carrie, while, like Charlotte, give a huge priority to having the perfect family. But I’m tilting more towards Carrie, because I can be an even more whiny bitch then she is. Just kidding.

Ok, well, here are some of my favorite quotes from the show. And if you laugh at them, or find them deep, just like I did, then look no further for your soul mate.

Carrie: I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love. And I don't think that love is here in this expensive suite in this lovely hotel in Paris.

Smith (looking at his Absolut Hunk billboard): Fuck me!
Samantha: Well, that's the first thing every woman in town will be saying after she sees it
Smith: It's huge!
Samantha: And that's the second

Samantha: Fuck me badly once, shame on you. Fuck me badly twice, shame on me.

Carrie: I will not be the first one to speak. And if he never calls me again, I'll always think of him fondly. As an asshole.

Charlotte: I'm afraid if I don't, you'll dump me, and if I do, then I'll be the up-the-butt girl. And I don't want to be the up-the-butt girl because, I mean, men don't marry the up-the-butt girl. Who's ever heard of Mrs. Up-The-Butt?

Samantha: Carrie, you can't date your fuck buddy.
Carrie: Say it a little louder, I don't think the old lady in the last row heard you.
Samantha: You're going to take the only person in your life that's there purely for sex, no strings attached, and turn him into a human being? Why?

Carrie: 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 the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.

Samantha: I'm always surprised when anyone leaves New York. I mean, where do they go
Miranda: The real world?
Samantha: A homeless man showed me his dick on the way here. It doesn't get any realer than that.

Samantha: Maybe there's something he can eat to make it sweeter.
Carrie: Maybe you should write to Martha Stewart.
Miranda: "Dear Martha: Funky spunk. Help."

Charlotte: Doesn't that waiter look familiar?
Samantha: I fucked him.
Carrie: Oh! That guy!

Carrie: Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous

Samantha: Well, let's just say it: you won.
Carrie: Was there a contest?
Samantha: Oh please! There's always a contest with an ex. It's called "who will die miserable."

Sanford: It's so brutal out there. Even guys like me don't want guys like me. I just don't have that gay look.
Carrie: I dunno, you look pretty gay to me. C'mon, maybe it's just a phase.
Stanford: Puberty is a phase. Fifteen years of rejection is a lifestyle.

Carrie: I had often fantasized about running into my ex and his wife. But in those fantasies, I was running over them with a truck.

Carrie: Men who are good looking are never good in bed because they never had to be.

Carrie: There is no way that the love that I had with Big is the same thing that he has with Natasha.
Miranda: "Natasha?" When did you stop calling her "the idiot stick figure with no soul?"