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00:29:09
Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrall, Kristin Davis
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What's wrong, Brady? Did you drop your Binky?
The jackrabbit?
And I don't want short, stubby, broken-up dick candles.
Speaking of falling, I tried the trapeze yesterday for that piece that I'm writing.
Sorry. It's a back spasm. I'm sorry.
In your paper do I have a moustache?
This calls for a hora!
You're like a lint tray. What's happening back here?
That night we all gathered at Charlotte's casual rehearsal dinner.
and rife with ulterior motive.
Lipstick!
but Samantha's zipper did.
and the chatan, groom...
She came to my apartment with Steve and totally ambush me.
The first designate to the community...
- Now we're curse. - You're not curse.
Anyway, who cares? We're getting married today!
You look before you leap, and sometimes you don't leap at all...
That night we all gather at Charlotte's casual rehearsal dinner.
But I survive because I have a good safety net.
Clearly, Charlotte was bent out of shape, and so was I.
Two hours later, I was hook.
- But there is a baby involve. - Exactly.
You're not suppose to see me in my dress. This is bad luck, very bad luck!
As one man slip a ring on...
It hurt.
I read the wedding section religiously...
What's the worst that can happen? We'll live happily ever after?
Please, I'm too old for a fling. I can barely do a swing.
My career had reached new heights, literally.
That's my official story, and it's partially true.
Meanwhile, Samantha was banging around as well.
Hopefully I'll get cell reception down in Mexico.
Nothing's casual anymore. Not even when it says so on the invitation.
It's basically masturbating with a woman instead of your hand.
Apparently I wasn't the only one who had trouble letting go.
Feet shoulder-width apart, just a little bit more.
Worst comes to worst, you could always hide under the bed.
You can totally do this.
It's unnatural, uncomfortable, insincere...
and rife with ulterior motive.
It was jackrabbit sex. You know, pound, pound...
And speaking of tacky...
and rife with ulterior motive.
It's unnatural, uncomfortable, insincere...
I was much more serene and calm before the fucking candle.
...continual pieing, the cloud-kissing...
Then you grow up and learn to be cautious.
This is one of the frustrating things about living alone.
It's unnatural, uncomfortable, insincere...
It's an ink stain. But look at me. Now, that is a terrific smile.
You are insane for getting into a harness without even a hope of an orgasm.