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00:23:31
Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrall, Kristin Davis
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His blue crab strudel was so fabulous, he didn't need one.
The really good kisser guy.
As Samantha went on about her sexual escapade...
As we took a swig from our pony-necked beers...
Even in her state of abject blackness, Charlotte was a dating optimist.
And I lived in this, like, big missile silo...
Samantha proceeded to give me a rundown of her night with Jon...
No problem, 'cause the bartender's a buddy of mine.
- Oh, sweetie, I gotta go. - Yeah?
- Look at you. - I was a waiter at TGIF.
Look, I'm just saying, with the right guy and right lubricant...
The jock guy.
you have the cutest little wrinkle in your neck.
I had outgrow the boys of my past...
She yearn for the time when dinner was followed by dessert, not lubricant.
I crush this one guy. He had no face and stuff...
Right. You weigh, like, nothing.
he spoon me.
They remind me of my mom.
Confused? Sad? Rejected?
that was totally nuclear, and it was surround...
Okay, we were attract to younger men for various reasons.
- It depend. How much do you like him? - A lot.
Samantha proceed to give me a rundown of her night with Jon...
I was hook. Gone.
I've turned away 20 so far. People are actually cry.
He is way too happening to be seen someplace borderline tired.
He is way too happening to be seen someplace borderline tired.
Meanwhile uptown, Charlotte wondered...
It was almost as if they were dating accidentally.
Maybe we could have dinner sometime.
No, I mean, literally.
Meanwhile uptown, Charlotte wondered...
And one by one, they'd run at me! They got inside somehow.
They seemed to meet everywhere.
Suddenly, reality hit.
Anywhere you want.
I'm way behind on my column anyway.
- That was... - Totally awesome.
- They're so scattered and unfocused. - We're not dating.
Even in her state of abject blackness, Charlotte was a dating optimist.
It's a wobbly table. Guess I have the touch.
As we took a swig from our pony-necked beers...
Hell, my lips were still swollen. Why this sudden craving?
polite and respectful on 300-count Egyptian cotton sheets.
I can't just blurt out what he asked me. It's embarrassing.
Marvelous. Going through my second divorce.
The groovy guy.
The underage guy.
How pathetic do I feel asking you...
polite and respectful on 300-count Egyptian cotton sheets.
Tricky, complicated...