Sex and The City... by Samantha Jones

Samantha: I think I have monogamy. I must have caught it from you people.

Samantha: Men cheat for the same reason dogs lick their balls: because they can.

Samantha: Listen, when you're on location, don't do anything I wouldn't do.
Smith: What's that rule out?
Samantha: Mmmm, there are things. Karaoke, I don't do that.

Samantha: I'm so sick of these people with their children. I'm telling you, they're everywhere! Sitting next to me in first class, eating at the next table at John Schu— [A child runs by.] Look at that. This place is for double cappuccinos, NOT double strollers. [Glances at Miranda.] I'm sorry.

Samantha (answering the phone): Well, it's about fucking time! Come over here and do me!
Carrie: Is that your standard greeting now?

Samantha: I don't believe in the Republican party or the Democratic party. I just believe in parties.

Samantha: The only place you can control a man is in bed. If we perpetually gave men blow jobs we could run the world!
Carrie: And at least our hands would be free to greet dignitaries and stuff.

Samantha: Normal is the halfway point between what you want and what you can get.

Miranda: Samantha, I have to say, you are amazing.
Samantha: I am. And if you love me in chemo, wait till you see me at Smith's movie premiere. I'm getting a hot dress, fantastic shoes... I'm going to kick cancer andthat red carpet's ass!

Samantha: Oh please! There's always a contest with an ex. It's called "who will die miserable."

Sex and The City... by Carrie Bradshaw

A unique, controversial and overwhelming show... a unique, controversial and overwhelming fan had to quote it because of the impossibility of writing something remotely as good as they did.

Guy: This floor is non-smoking!
Carrie: I have an addiction sir!

Carrie: Despite the fact that there are over eight million people on the island of Manhattan, there are times you still feel shipwrecked and alone. Times even the most resourceful survivor would feel the need to put a message in a bottle, or on an answering machine.

Carrie: That's the thing about needs. Sometimes when you get them met, you don't need them anymore.

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 find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

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.

Carrie: Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they're supposed to run wild until they find someone -- just as wild -- to run with.

Carrie: Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe, you have to let go of who you are to become who you will be.

Carrie: You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there is no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?

Carrie: I admit it's tempting to wish for the perfect boss, the perfect parent, or the perfect outfit. But maybe the best any of us can do is not quit, play the hand we've been dealt, and accessorize what we've got.

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.

Lección 2

Vez.
f. Alternación de las cosas por turno u orden sucesivo.
f. Tiempo u ocasión determinada en que se ejecuta una acción, aunque no incluya orden sucesivo.

Ves.
Conjugación en presente del verbo "ver". 2ª persona del singular.

Mentiras Descaradas

Etapa 1: Negación
- Estás loca? Yo ayer no estaba rascada.
- Jajajaja. Mira idiota, estabas tan rascada que te le declaraste a mi papá.
- Ay, de qué hablas? No estaba tan mal así. Estaba prendidita, lo hice porque era parte de la joda.
- ¿El beso que le trataste de dar era parte de la joda también?

Etapa 2: Reconocimiento del Problema o Aceptación
- Jajajajaja, coño de tu madre, no mereces la vida después de lo que hiciste anoche.
- Coño, ni me lo recuerdes. Pero en mi defensa, tengo que reconocer que el Sr. Johnnie tiene más poder sobre mí a veces. Y lo que me importa es naaaada!

Etapa 3: Se voltea la tortilla.

- Huevon, cuán rascado estabas tú ayer? Por qué hiciste esoooo?
- (después de meditar 1.5 milésimas de segundo) Marico, estaba demasiado mal. En el dolor.

(Lo que el amigo no sabe es que estabas perfectamente sobri@, pero no tienes los pantalones para decirle al mundo que sencillamente tu criterio es MALO. Incluso cuando estás sobri@).


Como si el alcohol no hubiera sido fiel contigo cuando lo necesitabas.
Como si el alcohol te hubiera dejado morir alguna vez.
Como si el alcohol no te hiciera sentir mejor al consumirlo.
Como si el alcohol tuviera la culpa que yo sea una taradita de vez en cuando.

Lección 1

"La 2ª persona singular del pretérito perfecto nunca lleva S".

Ej. Correcto: tú fuiste. Tú viniste. Tú llegaste.

Muaks

Kiss me. One last time. Please, I know it’s been a while, but please kiss me. One last time. Just so I don’t have to live with the fact that I can’t remember when our last kiss was. Maybe if I had known it was going to be our last kiss I would have made the most out of it. I would have remembered in that very moment that, in the beginning, you didn’t know how to move you tongue in my mouth, and how you eventually learned how to do it properly. If only I had been paying attention I could remember your teeth biting softly and your hands covering my face. The smell of your hair and the fact that it was always long enough to be sexy but short enough to be manly, would have been with me for the rest of my life. Was it snowing? I can’t remember. Was it raining? I really can’t tell. Was it a goodbye kiss? Was I sober? Were you sober? Would you have done it if we weren’t? Was I so certain that we would kiss again that I may have ruined it? Were you concentrating? Were your heart and your mind and soul in it? Or was it just a little “see you later” kiss? Did I smell like I just had smoked 2 packs of cigarettes?--Which, coincidentally, I probably had--, and did you by any chance got used to that smell and didn’t find so disgusting? And, for some reason, after telling you all these things, I don´t really care so much if you want to kiss me or rather miss me… or neither one.

Perfect Sentences

-Can I offer you a ciggie?
-(silently screaming Yeeeeees) I don't really smoke that much, but yes, that would be nice.

-I want you back.
-I don't.

-I'm sooo sorry for everything.

-Hey! Did you loose some weight?

-You got the part. Shooting starts next week. Get your ass to New York NOW!

-King Kong is probably the worst movie I've seen in 20 years.
-Nop, not true... you didn't see it.

-Members Only.

-Free Whisky/Rum.

-This right here, this thing between you and me, is over because I'm just not that into you anymore.

-Good morning, I already made you a fresh glass of Nestea and slipped some Oreos in your purse.

-Welcome to La Guaira.

-I'm driving tonight.

-And yes, I'm paying for dinner. And don't let your macho ego get in the way.