Miranda: Did you not hear me just say I was in love with Steve?
Carrie: I think I got an old bottle of Kahlua somewhere.
Miranda: Okay. Hold on there Brady. Mama needs a cocktail.
Last night we were in the dining room, and we were laughing and all of a sudden, I looked over at him and I realized we belong together.
Carrie: Oh Miranda.
Miranda: Yeah. So I picked a huge fight and threw him out of my apartment.
(tinha diálogos tão bons)