Sex and the City

Year after year, 20-something women come to New York City. in search of the two L's: Labels and love. - Yeah. - It's the best. Hot dress! Twenty years ago, I was one of them. Having gotten the knack for labels early, I concentrated on my search for love. Turns out, a knockoff is not as easy to spot when it comes to love. What? You're married? You fucking asshole! Motherfucker, you're married? - I fucking hate you. - Until it is. That is why you need help to spot them. Lots of help. Help also known as Charlotte York... ...Miranda Hobbes... ...and Samantha Jones. - Oh, my God, look at his. Hey. Hi, how are you? Oh, well. My name is Carrie Bradshaw, and I'm a writer. Year after year, my single girlfriends were my salvation. And as it turns out, my meal ticket. I've been dating since I was 15. I'm exhausted. Where is he? Charlotte was looking for the perfect love. - Trey can't get it up. - Well, almost perfect. -I'm becoming a Jew. We're not barren, we're reproductively challenged. - They're giving us a baby. That's our baby. So Charlotte and Harry journeyed to China and back... ...for their daughter, Lily. Miranda was a disciple of tough love. -Bye. Great sex. - Steve, I'm pregnant. - You're what? Carrie. I, Miranda Hobbes, take you, Steve Brady... And Miranda journeyed to Brooklyn for Brady and Steve. Who wants a Popsicle? Oh, man. Boy. Samantha's love was sex. Lots of sex.

I'm dating a guy with the funkiest-tasting spunk. Can I cancel my rice pudding? And then she found a man that combined sex and love. I'm gonna help you be a star. Yes, he is interested... So Samantha journeyed to Hollywood with television star Smith Jerrod. As for me, I was looking for something big. Get in. Mr. Big. Turns out when that big love comes along, it's not always easy. Just tell me I'm the one. And despite all the other chapters of my life... ...no one was ever quite big enough until... Carrie, you're the one. And just like that, I was. Three books and three years later..we still feel like those four single girls. And even though time had moved us on.I managed to stay exactly where I was: In love. - Thank you. - You're welcome. I got a good feeling about this one, kid. Oh, I hope so. I've always loved this block. Hi, 3C? Finding the perfect apartment in New York City.is like finding the perfect partner. It can take years. - So how many is this? - Thirty-three. -Lucky 33. - The worst. I just left you a message. - And the kitchen's through here. -That's the window with the best view. -Thirty-four? Lucky 34? Well, if anything else opens up, let us know. We're very interested in this building. -I do have another apartment that's not even on the market yet. Care to take a look? - Sure. - Sure. -All right, then. It's more than you were looking to pay. - How much more? - More. -So this is where they keep the light. -Oh, my God. I have died and gone to real-estate heaven. Just a simple home for two. -And across the rooftop terrace... -What, nirvana? -Hello. I live here.
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-Your wife has quite a sense of humor. - They're not married. - He's my boyfriend. -This way. -Aren't I a little old to be introduced as your boyfriend? -Point taken. From now on, you'll be my man-friend. - That sounds like a dog. - Well, if the shoe fits... -And this is the master bedroom. Uh. It's hideous. I hate it. Hurts my eyes. How is this place even available? - Nasty divorce. -If you live here, what is there to fight about? Hm. Well, now I understand the divorce. - I can build you a better closet. Welcome home, baby. -Can...? Can we afford this? -I got it. Okay, let's sign some contracts. -"I got it. " Just like that. Like he was picking up a check for coffee. - It sounds perfect. Except for the closet, which Big says he can redo. And he says the kitchen needs work. Of course, I don't know about that because I keep sweaters in my stove. -So he bought it and you'll live there with him. -Yes, together. That's right. -But he'll own it, so you're keeping your own place, right? -I haven't figured out the details, but I'm a smart girl. I'll figure out something that I'm comfortable with. -I just wanna be sure that you're being smart. -And I love you for that. But for now, can't you stop worrying for me..and just go ahead and feel what I want you to feel, jealous? Oh, jealous of me living in this gorgeous penthouse in Manhattan. - All right, I'm jealous. - Thanks. -You live in real-estate heaven and I live in Brooklyn. -New York magazine said Brooklyn is the new Manhattan. -Whoever wrote that lives in Brooklyn. - Hey, there she is. Hey, Hollywood. - Hey. -Oh, lady. Hi. - How was your flight? - Fabulous. - Oh, good. - Good. - Let's go in. I'm so excited. Show us.
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It was a rare occasion that brought all types of New York women together. Blair Elkenn was a waitress turned model turned actress turned billionaire's girlfriend who came home one night to find herself unceremoniously turned out on the street. And now she was getting the ultimate breakup revenge: An embarrassing and very public auction of all the jewelry he had given her when they were happy. There it is. My baby. Oh, she's a beauty. When I saw it in the catalog, I said to Smith: "This flower ring is the essence of me. One of a kind, filled with fire. " - And a little too much. - Exactly.Let's go spend some of my hard-earned Hollywood money. And now Lot 39, the flower ring. We'd like to start the bidding on this at $ 10,000, please. At ten-thousand doll... Thank you, madam. At 10,000. Fifteen thousand. At $ 15,000. -Hey, she's bidding for somebody on the phone. -That's not fair. - Bitch. -The gloves are off. At $30,000. Now it's against you. Thirty-five thousand. - I work hard, I deserve this. At 40,000 now. At 40? Forty thousand? Forty thousand, thank you. Forty-five thousand. At $45,000. Now 50,000? -Fifty fucking thousand. -At 50,000. Fifty-five thousand? At $55,000 against you. Would you like to say 60? Sixty to our colorful bidder? At 60,000? -I draw the line at 50. -I thought this auction would be more fun, but it's kind of sad. -Isn't it? I thought it was just sad for me because I know her. But it really is sad, huh? And it's funny because they were so happy. - Yeah, till they weren't. - I know, right? We all told her to get married but she didn't wanna listen. He'd been married three times before, so she let it ride.and then she came home one night and he had locked her out. She didn't even have anywhere to live. Such a shame. After 10 years. She was a smart girl...till she fell in love.
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-I'm thinking.I'm going to sell my apartment.and put the money towards heaven on 5th. -Why? You love your apartment. -I know, but there's plenty of room in the new place and.And besides, I.I want to make us a life there. You know, I... I want it to be ours. -It is ours. I bought it for us. -And that's so amazing, but you bought it. So really it's your place and if anything were to happen... -What's going to happen? -Come on, I have to be smart here. We're not married, I'd have no legal rights...you know, to... To this home that I built.with you. -Did you wanna get married? -Well, I didn't... I didn't think that was an option. -What if it was an option? -Why? What, do you wanna get married? -I wouldn't mind being married to you. -Would you mind being married to me? -No. No, not if... Not if that's what you wanted. I mean, is...? Is that what you want? -I want you. So..okay. -So...? Really? We're...? We're getting married? - We're getting married. - Should we get you a diamond? - No, no. Just get me a really big closet. -So the other night Big and I were talking about... .you know, moving in together and our future..and, you know, what makes sense as we move forward and... ...well... ...we decided to get married. - And I'm deaf. - I'm so excited! - Everybody is looking. - Sorry! I'm so sorry, everyone.but this is my friend and she just got engaged. And she has been going out with the man for 10 years. -I'm mortified. -There is literally a ringing in my ear. And the big news was about to go bicoastal. -Samantha Jones. -Well, I made a little decision I hope you'll be happy about. - Oh, honey, you finally got Botox. - No, I did not get Botox.
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- I'm telling you, Carrie, you're gonna love it. - I did not call... ...to talk about Botox. - Well, I'm just saying. -So last week... ...after the auction, I started thinking about my options. - Right. - And, um... Well, Big and I decided to get married. - Really? - Yeah. -Well, that's great. -You sounded more excited about the Botox. -Honey, I am excited for you, but you know me. I don't really believe in marriage. Now, Botox, on the other hand, that works every time. Honey, I... I gotta go. We can catch up when I'm in town next week. -Hello. -I think I was in shock. I mean, it's you getting married. This is not some random person, it's you. -Yeah, I hear you. -I thought that after that big mess with Aidan, you'd never wanna get married. So I put you in my "we're never getting married" file. Now I'm gonna have to take you out of that file. -Well, I'm sorry about all the extra paperwork. -You'll get my bill. -Samantha, it just feels so different this time. You know, there's no cliche romantic kneeling on one knee. It's just... ...two grownups making a decision about spending their lives together. -Well, I'm happy for you. -Oh, and hey, one more thing. I want you to be maid of honor. How do you feel about that? - The same way you feel about Botox: Painful and unnecessary. - Seventy-four, 75, 76. Seventy-six guests. - Seventy-five sounds better. -A small wedding of 75 guests. Seventy-six trombones, yes. Seventy-six guests, no. As a wedding gift, Charlotte had given me... ...Anthony Marantino, friend and wedding planner. -Cutthroat. I love it. I hope you're this decisive... ...when it comes to location and the dress. - I found the dress. - What? When? - Yeah, the other day. I have it. - This is gonna be good. - I am so excited. -Okay. Here it is. That was the exact reaction I was aiming for. -It's pretty, but it's... It's so simple.
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-It's simple and classic. When I saw it, I thought, "That is what I should marry Big in. " - Well, who's it by? What's the label? - No one. I found it at a vintage shop. -The bride wore a dress by no one. -Oh, come on, you know I'm gonna merchandise it up... ...style it up with some shoes. -Right. -The invitation is fancier than the dress. - I heard that. - I meant you to. -Don't tell anyone. -" The ultimate single gal, Carrie Bradshaw, will be married in Manolos to New York financier John James Preston come fall. " - Our wedding's on Page Six. - Who would put that in there? -"Proving to single gals everywhere that there can be a happy ending over 40." It seemed everywhere I went, people had seen Page Six. Even people you didn't expect, like my Vogue editor, Enid. -We're putting together our annual age issue... and we'd like you to do 40. - Great. Who am I interviewing? - No. You. You are 40. I want you to be featured in the magazine as the 40year-old... And here's the brilliant twist. - Bride. -Wait, I'm... I would be in the magazine? -In bridal couture. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity...so spare me a week of faux soul-searching and just say yes. -Enid, I am so very flattered, but honestly, I... -Carrie, Vogue designers. Vogue photographers. Vogue airbrushing. Nod your head. Yes. -Thank you. It will be a sensation. We're calling it "The Last Single Girl. " -Well, I'm hardly the last single girl. -No, but 40 is the last age a woman can be photographed in a wedding gown without the unintended Diane Arbus subtext. -I thought the issue was "Great Style at Every Age. " -Style, yes. Bride, no. - Just your typical Wednesday. Hanging out with old friends like Stanford Blatch... ..and new friends like Vera Wang. -She's looking at home for someone who didn't think she had the bride gene. - Well, I guess with the right man... - And the right dress. When I get married, I'm wearing something like that, only bigger. And Carolina Herrera.
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And Christian Lacroix. And Lanvin. And Dior. And Oscar de la Renta. And finally, Vivienne Westwood. A dress so special....it could bring a wedding tear from even the most unbelieving of women. And then, the impossible happened. And just like that.Vivienne Westwood kicked my sweet little suit's ass.

- How often do you guys have sex? - Miranda, please. What? -She's 3. She doesn't know what it means. -I'm 41 and I still don't know what it means. -I know, but she is repeating everything. -If I'd known the girl talk was gonna be on lockdown, I wouldn't have flown 3000 miles. -No, we can talk. Let's just not use that word. -Fine. How often do you guys? - Color? -Thank you. -Well, I can't color enough. I could color all day every day. If I had my way, I would use every crayon in my box. -We get it. You love to color. Why are you asking? -Well, last night Steve and I were coloring, and I was just about to... -Come. I'm sorry, there's no crayon equivalent. -And he wanted to switch positions and I said: "Let's just get it over with. " He kept trying to make it last longer. - This is bad? - It is when you have a full-time job. - I have a full-time job. -You don't also have a 5-year-old, play dates, PTA meetings.and a mother-inlaw in a rest home with advancing Alzheimer's.We're just going through a nocoloring phase. It comes and goes, right? -Every couple is different. Harry and I make love two, three times a week. - Great, now I feel worse. - Well, when was the last time for you? - Six months ago. - Oh, my. - sounds long. But... But that's a dry spell. - I bet it is. -Hey, Carrie. What about you and Big? Come on. I told. Tell. -Mm-mm. But I will tell you this. When Big colors.....he rarely stays inside the lines. -Well, this has been very helpful.
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Totally outside the lines.

-I can't believe it sold so fast. - It's a sign. - Yeah, it's a sign I priced it too low. Hey, that's the food. Will you buzz them in? And money's on the table. I'm gonna get started on the closet. I should be done in about 17 years. -All right. Pink Post-it: Take. Purple: Toss. Yellow: Storage. -Oh, you're very good friends. -Oh, my God. -I can't believe it. Lily, look who it is. Aunt Samantha. - What are you doing here? - A lot of shit went down in this place. Attention must be paid. - Remember this? - Oh, yeah. While Samantha put on The Best of the '80s... ...I put on the worst. It took four friends three days to put 20 years into 38 boxes. -Steve. I just... I can't believe it. - That's what I said. -Yes, it's sad. But I'm not gonna make it any sadder by staying at a bad hotel..while I look for a place. Could you pass the salt? Plus, I have to be downtown and close to Brooklyn. We're gonna keep Brady's life as normal as we possibly can. I'm gonna have him on my days and Steve will have him on his.and Magda will shuttle back and forth between. -Well, I don't really know if this question is allowed.but how is Steve handling this? -Says he's devastated, begs me to forgive him. It's not gonna happen. I can barely even look at him. -Miranda, honey, are you sure you wanna do this? It's just one time. Anyone can have a slip. -Even if I could get my mind around that justification, it's the cheating part. The behind-my-back part, the violation of the trust. That's what's killing me.

Hey. - Are you all right? - No, I'm not all right. You two are crazy to get married. Marriage ruins everything. -Hey. There you are. I thought you'd skipped out on me. -No. -Well, the all-gal sleepover's about to commence. Hey, is everything okay? -Yeah. I'm just tired, I guess. -All right. Well, go home and go to sleep. But first give me a kiss good night and make it a good one......because it's the last single-girl kiss.

- What's the matter? - It's just......everything is great as it is. I don't wanna screw it up. - You won't. -I screwed it up twice before. -Here's the thing. This is me you're marrying tomorrow. Me. It's nobody else. - Yeah? - And I'm marrying you. It's me and you. And do you wanna hear the great news there? -Yeah. -We've both already done everything we can to screw it up Is that a smile I'm hearing? - Yeah. -It sounds to me like you've got a bit of writer's block on the vow front. -Yeah. -And I find, you know, as a professional writer...that it's best to just, you know... ...just stop thinking about it so much and go to bed. And in the morning. -You'll know what to do. - Exactly. And if not, then just write this: I will love you. Simple, to the point...and I swear I won't even try to take credit for it. So you're gonna go to bed now, right? -Okay. Good night. -I'll see you tomorrow. And hey....it's me and you. -He's not here. - Who's not here? - The groom. -What's happening? - Big's not here. - But we're 25 minutes late. -Well, did anybody call him? Well, give me a phone. Somebody give me a phone. - All right, I don't know how to work this. - Here, sweetie. -Hello. - Are you okay? -I've been calling for an hour. Why haven't you been answering?
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- Because I don't know where my phone is. So, what's going on? Where are you? -I was out front. I just left. I can't do this. -Oh, my God. -Carrie? Carrie. - He's not coming. Oh, my God. - What do you mean, "He's not coming"? -Get me out of here. Get me out of here! - Go, go, go. You take her, I'll take care of all of this. All right, all right. -Here we go.

-I thought I would still be in extreme pain. I feel nothing. I'd like some more nothing. Yes, I'm still jilted. -What the hell got into him? He was perfectly fine at the dinner. -I knew it when he called last night. I could tell. - Then why didn't you say anything? -I didn't wanna believe it. I di... I didn't even wanna say it out loud. Now I have no where to live. - You'll stay here. -Forever. -Maybe you should eat something. - Anyone? Hungry? - No. -I can never go back there again. How am I gonna get my clothes? -Oh, honey, I can hire people to do all that. Anything you need. -A hit man? -I have nothing to wear but a wedding gown. -You have your honeymoon clothes here. -Well, there's the silver lining. A honeymoon at a romantic Mexican resort..that's prepaid on my credit card..because I wanted to surprise the man who jilted me. -I can get you out of that. Worse comes to worse, I'll say there was a death or something. -Wasn't there?

-Well, it turns out, I couldn't get her out of the honeymoon, but I got us in. - What? - I just booked us three seats on the flight. Mexico, here we come. -I can't go to Mexico. I have a job. -Honey, you'll be waiting a long time. We'll talk. This will kill her. Where is she? - In the powder room.
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- Well, let's look around. - Yeah. -It's going to be a gorgeous sunset. -Close the shutters. All of them. -Honey? You have to eat a little breakfast. -I'm tired. -Well, eat something, then you can go back to sleep. - Oh, thank you, Paulo. - Sure. -With all this gorgeous fresh food, you're gonna eat that pudding crap the entire trip? -It's the only thing in the pantry that's totally safe. See? "Made in Poughkeepsie. " I didn't wanna chance it. -It's a five-star resort. -It's Mexico.

-Hey, let's go down to the hotel for dinner tonight. - Really? - Yeah. I gotta do something to pull me out of my "Mexi-coma. " -Oh, honey, you made a little joke. Good for you. -Yeah. - Felix, we'll start with cuatro margaritas. -Oh, no, I'm not drinking. Just bottled water. - I'll drink hers. - May I have your room numbers? -We're staying in one of the private houses. Uh, number 3. -Very good, Mrs. Preston. -That was like taking a bullet. -Charlotte has pudding in her Prada. - Will I ever laugh again? - Yes. - When? - When something is really, really funny. -Thank God for that mariachi band or I'd be able to hear my own thoughts. -Fabulous. And keep them coming. -Thanks. Thank you. -He couldn't get out of the car. After 10 years of what he already put me through..he couldn't make the effort and get out of the car. I made the effort. I put a bird on my head. - Is that what that was? - Yeah. - I thought it was feathers. - It was a bird. - It was beautiful. Beautiful. -He's a bad guy. Always was. Bad guys do bad things.

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- And good guys do bad things. The good guys screw you and the bad guys screw you. -The rest of them don't know how to screw you. Trust me, I've done the legwork. -After everything I know..after 20 years of everything we've learned..I threw it all away for the thrill of putting his name on the honeymoon suite.If I met me now, I wouldn't know me. -As long as we're going down this road....I can't believe that my life revolves around a man. On what planet did I allow that to happen? -But you love him. -Does that mean saying his name 50 times more a day than I say my own? Does it mean worrying about him and his needs before me and mine? Is it all about the other person? Is that love? - No, that's marriage. - Even this ring. I wanted to buy this for myself. That meant something to me, to be able to do that. And then he buys it for me. - Because he knew how much you loved it. -Yes, but now every time I look down at it, I see him not me. - Is every...? - We'll take another round. - Another? - Relax. We're on vacation. -Technically, we're on my honeymoon. -No, I think we're on their honeymoon. Yeah, it's all so hot three days in. -"Mailbox full. " Yeah, I'll bet it is. - There's no time like the present. -No. I'm not ready to face it all yet. -Hey. I'm going for a run and then to the gym for Pilates. Anybody wanna...? - Hey, good news. I got an e-mail from your buyer's attorney. They're willing to sell you back your old apartment at the escalated price... ...and "are willing to vacate by the time you return.....pending an additional financial offer. -" Well, apparently you can go home again, but it'll cost you. - Let's work on getting your things there. -Wow.you two could rule the world. -There was no better time I could think of to hire an assistant. - So you're from St. Louis? - That's right. Louise from St. Louis. -And you have a degree in computer science? - Yes, that's correct. - Well, good for you. I can barely text. - Have you ever been a personal assistant? - No, but I'm the oldest of six kids....so I'm sure I can handle anything you got. - Wow. Six kids, what's that like?
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- Crowded. I had to move to New York just to get some room. Where did I end up? In a one-bedroom apartment with three roommates. -Well, aside from the space issue, why'd you move to New York? -To fall in love. - What? That's corny, right? - No. No, no, it's... It's just very honest. I don't think that I've heard anybody say that in a very long time. -Well... -So Louise from St. Louis, I just have one more question. -Okay. -How does an unemployed girl with three roommates....afford the Patchwork Denim Bowley Louis Vuitton bag? -It's rented. Bag Borrow or Steal? It's like Netflix for purses. - How can I not know about this? - Girl, stick with me. I'll hook you up. And did she hook me up. -Hi. This is Louise. I'm calling for Carrie Bradshaw. Yes, she received your invitation, but she will be unable to attend. Thank you. Put that over there. After only three days..I began to think of her as Saint Louise from St. Louis. And as I moved back into my old apartment...Miranda searched for a new one, downtown.

-You know that this is just a fairy tale, right, sweetheart? I mean, things don't always happen like this in real life. I just think you should know that now. - Again. -And another one bites the dust. - Hi. Hi. -Mommy's home. -Thanks for watching Lily while I went to the doctor. - Oh, sure. Everything okay? - Mm-hm. I'm pregnant. - How? -You know how people always say that when you stop trying, it can happen? And my doctor says that she knows other couples who have adopted..and then they get pregnant. - Sweetie. - Carrie, I'm pregnant. I guess in certain houses, fairy tales do come true.

-Honey, a payphone? Where's your cell? -At the bottom of the ocean in Mexico. - Want me to hook you up with a new one? - No, not yet. No phone, no calls. No calls, no questions. No questions, no explaining no wedding. Plus, it's an excuse to bust out the gloves.
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-Carrie Bradshaw's web page is a mess. -Interesting. So is Carrie Bradshaw. Hey, when are we gonna get to the really important stuff, like unpacking my closet? -One thing at a time. You ever gonna answer any of these e-mails? - Yes. - When? - Now? - Okay. Well, I'll read and you tell me what to do. - Okay. -Who's john@jjpny. com? -Oh, shit. That's him, right? -Delete. And isn't there some cyberspace place that you can send those...so that I never have to see an e-mail from him ever again? Do that, please. -You sure you wanna end all communication with him? -Mm-hm. -Okay. Great. -I can't believe you're even dressing up. -All the parents in Brady's school dress up. It's fun. Fun thought up by a group of non-working mothers with nothing else to do all day. All right, what do they got? Witch and sexy kitten. That's it. The only two choices for women, witch and sexy kitten. -You just said a mouthful there, sister. -Maybe I should wear this and a briefcase, and go as myself. -I got an e-mail from Big. "I don't know what to say. " Uh, then don't send an email. - What were you expecting? And in the subject box, two words: - "I'm sorry. " -Steve is all about the "I'm sorry. ""I'm sorry" e-mails, "I'm sorry" voice mails"I'm sorry" flowers, "I'm sorry" cards. How about, don't do anything to be "I'm sorry" for? -Well, maybe he's sorry. -Well, maybe so is Big. -Point taken. -It's gonna take a little more than that to scare me after what I've been through. I still cannot believe this happened to me. I mean, I... I know it happened. But I just... I can't believe it happened. I lay awake at night going over every detail of that last week in my head. -Carrie, there's a detail about that last week I've been meaning to tell you. At the rehearsal dinner... And then I saw it. The only thing scary enough to scare me after what I'd been through. -You look great. You look amazing. So that's the worst of it. -Wait, wait, wait. What does it say there in the editor's note? -"The wedding of Carrie Bradshaw and John James Preston was canceled...as this issue went to press. Bradshaw is... " -Bradshaw is what? Wait... "Bradshaw is still single and living in New York City. "
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I didn't wanna buy it.but I figured it was one less Vogue in New York. -I saw it. The pictures are gorgeous. -Yeah, I'm a beautiful bride. Hi, honey. Hi. Hey, hey, hey, come on in. - Come on, sweetie. Get your hat. Look, the people who don't know.will only see the beautiful pictures. The people who do know.will only see what an asshole he is. Mommy said a bad word. -Oh. Is that for me? Oh, Lily, thank you. Hey, what are you gonna be for Halloween? -Cinderella. - Or we also bought Mulan. - No. -We came to ask you if you would go trick-or-treating with us. - Yeah! -It's just in our building if you're in the mood. - Yeah! -Yeah! - No costume? -No, look closer.I'm the scariest thing in New York, jilted at 41. Boo! -You know you have to give me some of your loot? - Yeah. - Aw. - Trick or treat! -Oh! Carrie. I saw you in Vogue. I'm so sorry. There you go, honey. -Trick or treat! - Ho... Ho... Hold it. 347? Oh, no. No, I'm a 917 gal, always have been. -I tried. It's no longer available. Now you're 347. -Samantha Jones. -Carrie Bradshaw. Or I used to be. -Talk to me. -I'm a 347 area code. How awful is that? -347 is the new New York. -Well, I want the old New York with my old 917 and my old will to live. -Old New York, new New York. Honey, at least it's New York. Another hard thing about being in L. A: My sex-on-a-stick next-door neighbor. - I can't stop looking at him. - Looking? -Just looking. After seeing Steve's face at the rehearsal dinner, I could never...Oh, but you should see this guy. Every night...sex with a different partner. He's like.....me five years ago. - Yeah. When I was a 917. -I mean, what's the point of having a hot guy next doo.if you can't have sex with him?

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And in an effort to stay out of the house and out of trouble... Samantha went shopping. And just as Samantha convinced herself that the dog wasn't for her... And because Samantha couldn't get off......she got things. What would happen if these were to magically disappear?

-Louise. Now, I may not get texts, I may not send texts, but trust me. The subtext of that text? Booty. -But if he meets me, then it's not a booty call, right? -All right, then. Enjoy yourself. That's what your 20s are for. Your 30s are to learn the lessons. Your 40s are to pay for the drinks.

-Are you sure you don't want me to R.S.V.P. To any of these holiday parties? -No, I am perfectly happy spending time alone. -You sure? Because this looks like a good one. -Go home. Seriously, you're gonna miss your plane, go. -Okay. But first...Merry Christmas. - You didn't have to. - It's just something silly. -Oh. Oh, Louise from St. Louis. - You said you never saw it. -Well, jeez. Now I feel bad. If I had known we were exchanging gifts.....I would have bought you one two weeks ago....and hidden it here. - That is not what I think it is. - I don't know, open it. -Oh, my God. My very own Louis Vuitton? -That's right. No more rental for you. -Look who's home from the big city. -It was the best money I'd ever spent. New Year's Eve and a cup of noodles.

- Hello? -Happy New Year. We're having a fabulous time. The only thing missing is you. Come. -That's sweet but I can't. I'm... I'm writing. -Oh, okay. You're not really writing, are you? -No. You're not really having a fabulous time, are you? -No. Rescue me. There's no one fun here. It's very forced-festive. -Oh, yes. That's just what every New Year's Eve party needs..a visit from the lost Bronte sister.
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-Well, better a Bronte sister than a Hilton sister. -Thanks, but....by 10 p. m. I will be in bed asleep...and blissfully unaware of how fabulous this night is supposed to be. - Hello? -So I thought...that one of the perks of having a family...was that you didn't have to spend New Year's Eve alone with Chinese food. I am alone with Chinese food. - I was asleep. - Oh, shit. I'm sorry. -No, no, that's okay. Where's Brady? - It's Steve's night. - Oh. Right. - Don't wake up. Go... Go back to sleep. - No, it's okay. - You all right? - I'm fine. I got all choked up..watching stupid New Year's Eve stuff alone on TV. - You want me to come over? - I'm all the way downtown. -No, I can... You know, I can... I grab a cab. -On New Year's? No way. I'm... I'm... I'm fine. Really. I just... I just wanted to talk a little. Go back to sleep. I'll... I'll see you next year. Good night. - Good night.

Every spring, the women of New York..leave the foolish choices of their past behind and look forward to the future. This is known as Fashion Week.

And a couple of weeks later, I met Saint Louise's St. Louis boyfriend, Will. Over Christmas, they realized how much they loved each other.

-Carrie. Hi. - I need to talk to you. - How long have you been waiting here? -Seventeen-dollars long. Please get in. It just hit 18. - This is weird, not talking. - I'm upset. -Carrie, I understand, but it just happened. I never meant to hurt you. You have to forgive me. -You know... - What? - No. -No, please, what were you gonna say? You badger me to forgive you in three days. You won't even consider forgiving Steve for something he did six months ago.
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-It's not the same thing. -It's forgiveness.

So we're done with our last session. We're not allowed to talk to each other for two weeks while we figure out if being together again is something that we really want.And then we had to pick a place to meet..and if we both show up on that day, the past no longer exists. It's like showing up is the promise to each other.that we're both willing to let it all go and move forward. -Wow. Can you do that? - I don't know. I don't know. I have a lot of thinking to do. - Thinking? Or feeling? - What do you mean? -Well, Miranda, you're a lawyer. You know, you can argue both sides of any case. But why we feel what we feel isn't logical. It's emotional. So I'm sorry, Harvard, but I'm afraid. you're gonna have to base this decision on your emotions. -Well, then I'm screwed. I don't know what I feel. -You will. There will come a moment when you know. And if it's "yes," then all that brilliant logic it's gonna go right out the window with the past. -Ugh. And I thought picking a spot to meet was gonna be the challenge. - Where is it? - On the Brooklyn Bridge. - Halfway between our two places. - Very logical, and yet poetic. -Poetic if we both show up. Otherwise you're on a bridge, rejected. It's not a good plan. - Hey. -Hey. I got two pieces of good news. - Oh, and I've got two coffees. - Thank you. -Here you go. So, what's up? -I just heard from your realtor and the apartment on 5th has finally sold. You got 60 days before the new owner takes possession, and you're out of there. -And what is the other news? -I'm moving back to St. Louis and we're getting married in the fall. -Oh, my God. Wait a minute, I gotta see that. Well, it's gorgeous. - And you know what? It ain't rented. On the day of her decision deadline.true to form, Miranda had argued both sides of the case.

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It suddenly dawned on Miranda..that Steve's list might have had more cons than pros. And Miranda never looked back.

- Stamps, mailing labels. - Okay. And I put all your unopened mail from your P.O. Box in these envelopes. All right. And please, please.....do not make a mess out of CarrieBradshaw. Com. - Okay. - It's my masterpiece. - What am I gonna do without you? - You'll find some other girl..but she won't have my style. -Saint Louise.You brought me back to life. And you gave me Louise Vuitton. -Serious. We need to stop crying.Your keys. - Oh, thanks. Wait, wait, wait. Don't forget your love. -No. I found my love. I'm leaving that with you. See you at my wedding. - I'll meet you in St. Louis. Bye. -Hey. -Hi. Congratulations. A girl. -It's my lot in life to be surrounded by beautiful women. Come here. - She's gorgeous. - Say hello to Rose. - Rose. What a beautiful name. - It's after Harry's bubbe. -Now we got a Lily and a Rose. -Well...I have to say, you two are very cool customers..making the "baby's here" call without all the "I'm in labor" drama. -There was plenty of drama. -My water broke while I was standing in front of a restaurant. - Wow, that's very dramatic. - Wait, wait, she's not done. - It broke while I was talking to Big. - What? -See? Drama. -I ran into him and I got so upset, my water broke. -He brought her to the hospital, stayed until the baby was born. -I think he was hoping to see you. -Well, today is not about him. It's about beautiful baby Rose.So we know she has Charlotte's hair. What else do we know? - She's a doll. Mazel tov. - Thank you. -Bye. -He asked me to ask you to call him. I know, it's none of my business, but I felt bad for the schmuck..hanging around the hospital hoping to see you. Every time he heard someone in heels walking down the hall, his heart stopped. -Harry, it's... It's so much more complicated than you can imagine. -I know it is, and you have every right to never call him, but I just.I'm a big pile of love today and I feel bad for the guy. He said he's been writing you, but you never responded. -No, he's never written to me.
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-He said he wrote because he didn't have your phone number. -No, he's never written. Ever. -Then why would he say he had? Two hours, two manila envelopes and countless e-mails later.I was just about to give up on the big riddle when.I had told Louise to put Big in a place where I would never have to hear from him again. -Hey... Hey, Louise, it's me. Can you give me the password for your assistant file? Um... Okay, call me. Thanks. Oh, shit. As soon as I typed in "love," there he was. And because Big still didn't have the words..he retyped a love letter from Beethoven. And Lord Byron. And John Keats. And Voltaire. There they were, the love letters of great men, volume one. Plus one more written by John James Preston. I wanted to call him, but our love...Carrie and Big, volumes one, two and three.stopped me. -Hello? -I didn't hear my phone. We're shopping for my wedding gown. -That dress makes your boobies look big. - Mama, can you please? This is a work call. - Shut up. - No, it's okay, I figured it out. - Well, I was gonna call you anyway. Today is the final day on the 5th Avenue apartment. You have till 6:00 before they change the locks. -No, I don't need to go over there. -Do you not want those never-worn shoes? -Oh, God, I completely forgot. -If you don't, you can send them to me and I'll squeeze my feet into them. -But it's already 5:00. -Hello? They are never-been-worn, $400 shoes. -Actually 525. Yeah, okay. All right, thanks. Bye. -Taxi!

The light in our prewar apartment..looked completely different postwar. -I was gonna get these to you. I didn't want it to be a total loss. It wasn't logic, it was love. -Why did we ever decide to get married?

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-I guess we were afraid it would mean something if we didn't. I'm sorry to have done that to you. -I'm sorry to have done that to you. You know the funny part? -Is there a funny part? -We were perfectly happy before we decided to live happily ever after. -Guess the joke's on us. - It's a good closet. - Thanks. -It's comfortable. -Is this what you had in mind when you installed the carpet? -I'd like to think I was that smooth. -We better get up before the new owners bust in on us. -And the way we decided to get married...it was all business. No romance. That's not the way you propose to someone. This is. Carrie Bradshaw...love of my life...will you marry me? See, this is why there's a diamond. You need to do something to close the deal. And in the end, Carrie Bradshaw married John James Preston.in a label-less dress. - I do. -So you're okay that it was just us? It was perfect. You and me, like I said. -Still, it would have been nice if you had the girls here.Which is why I called them. It wasn't a fancy, designer reception either. Just food and friends. How's the marriage going? "And as I put the wedding gown away, I couldn't help but wonder: Why is it that we're willing to write our own vows.....but not our own rules?"' And that's just a little something I'm working on. Thank you. Maybe some labels are best left in the closet. Maybe when we label people: "Bride," "groom," "husband," "wife," "married," "single"...we forget to look past the label to the person. - This is delicious. - Why did we ever stop drinking these? - Because everyone else started. - Well, that one's an oldie but goodie. -And speaking of an oldie but goodie... - Happy birthday. - Happy birthday. -Wait, wait, wait. A toast. To Samantha. Fifty and fabulous. To us. and the next 50. And there, in the same city where they met as girls...four New York women entered the next phase of their lives.dressed head to toe in love And that's the one label...that never goes out of style.

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