Citand din clasici in viata: astazi, SATC
Cand cineva vorbeste despre Sex and the City (serialul sau filmul, whatever), intotdeauna aduce vorba despre moda, despre prietenia dintre cele 4, despre Manhattan, despre Patricia Field, despre una, despre alta. De curand, citind niste articole mai vechi, mi-am dat seama ca SATC a devenit indragit si datorita dialogurilor sau voice-over-urilor: spumoase, savuroase, sarcastice, pigmentate de discutii foarte politically incorrect, genul care – daca le tii minte – devin citate clasice. Am cautat online si am facut o selectie care, pe mine cel putin, ma face sa imi comand ACUM intreaga colectie de pe amazon. Enjoy them si spuneti-mi care v-a placut cel mai mult.
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: It’s really hard to walk in a single woman’s shoes – that’s why you sometimes need really special shoes!
Charlotte: Imagine, being blind and not being able to see a beautiful day like today. Can you think of anything worse?
Anthony: Stonewashed jeans and a matching jacket.
Carrie: Honey, if it hurts so much, why are we going shopping?
Samantha: I have a broken toe, not a broken spirit.
Stanford: Oh my God, she’s fashion road-kill!
Carrie : I fell. I fell in Dior. So I decided that the more I purchased the less they’d think of me as the American who fell in Dior.
Aleksandr : They don’t think like that.
Carrie : Well, not anymore they don’t. This is the shopping equivalent of a lobotomy.
Carrie : How about I read you a little bit of my favorite poetry?
Aleksandr : Please.
Carrie [Reads from Vogue] : „C**ktails at Tiffany’s calls for classic charm. Oscar de la Renta sleeveless silk full skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt.” Now that is pure poetry.
Samantha : This funeral is better than fashion week!
Miranda : I had to walk all the way from the subway in these heels. My feet are killing me.
Steve : Why didn’t you just carry them and wear sneakers like everyone else?
Miranda : Stop. You can take me out of Manhattan but you can’t take me out of my shoes.
Carrie : I tried the trapeze yesterday for that piece that I’m writing.
Charlotte : I could never! I have the most terrible fear of heights.
Carrie : Well, I do not. You’ve seen my shoes.
Samantha : Just look at this street! Stella McCartney, Alexander McQueen. The only designer name that belongs in the Meatpacking District is Oscar Mayer.
Carrie : I never liked his clothes. Too fatty.
Carrie (about her shoes) : I like my money right where I can see it: hanging in my closet.
Carrie : I’ve spent $40,000 on shoes and I have no place to live? I will literally be the old woman who lived in her shoes! I’m homeless! I’ll be a bag lady! A Fendi bag lady, but a bag lady!!
Carrie : Yes, I’d like a cheeseburger, please, large fries and a Cosmopolitan.
Carrie : Here. Swear. Swear on Chanel.
Carrie : I made him swear on Chanel.
Miranda : Well, as long as he took the oath of fabric!
Carrie (about her tombstone) : It’s over for me. „Here lies Carrie. She had two loves and lots ‘o’ shoes.”
Carrie : You just caught us a little off guard with the lesbian thing.
Samantha : That’s just a label, like Gucci or Versace.
Carrie : Or Birkenstock.
Carrie: You can’t run. Your shoe straps will break!
Miranda : Why didn’t you just get an automatic?
Carrie : I love this car! It goes with my outfit.
Charlotte [whispering] : Could you please not use the F-word in (a) Vera Wang (boutique)?
Carrie : I figured we made a good match. I was adept at fashion; he was adept at politics. And really, what’s the difference? They’re both about recycling shop-worn ideas and making them seem fresh and inspiring.
Carrie : I realized I was in the throes of an existential crisis. One that not even the sight of this season’s Dolce & Gabbana strappy sandals could lift me out of.
Miranda : Whatever happened to aging gracefully?
Carrie : It got old.
Susan Sharon : It’s 100% Italian cashmere and light as a feather.
Carrie : God, I love it! It’s a cashmere-acle!
Carrie [buying a pregnancy test] : Which kind do I get?
Miranda : Here. This one’s on sale: half off.
Carrie : I just spent $395 on a pair of open-toed Gucci’s last week. This is not the place to be frugal.
Sales guy [to Carrie and 20-something Sam, who were making out in a Banana Republic dressing room] : Please. This isn’t the Gap.
Charlotte : In some cultures, heavy women with mustaches are considered beautiful.
Samantha : And you’re looking at me while you’re saying that?
Carrie : Modelizers are obsessed not with women but with models, who in most cities are safely confined to billboards and magazines, but in Manhattan actually run wild on the streets, turning the city into a virtual model country safari where men can pet the creatures in their natural habitat.
Carrie : He was like the flesh and blood equivalent of a DKNY dress: you know it’s not your style but it’s right there, so you try it on anyway.