[rooster crows]
What?
[crowing continues]
In life, there are all sorts of wake-up calls...
but crowing on East 73rd Street
was one I was not prepared for.
[crowing continues]
It was my own fault, really.
I let my frenzy for a rent-controlled apartment near Barney's
override the fact that it was "animal hospital adjacent."
That's the thing about New York...
you never know what's just around the corner.
[groans]
Or in Samantha's case...
just outside your window.
[loud chattering]
[groans]
[honking]
There they were...
Samantha's friendly neighborhood
pre-op transsexual hookers.
Half man, half woman, totally annoying.
Girl, she got herself a handful with that one.
He was all up in my stuff once.
I told him, "You better get that thing outta my ass
or I'm gonna shit on it!"
[Carrie laughs]
[Samantha] "Get that thing out of my ass or I'm gonna shit on it!"
I mean, is that the dirtiest thing you've ever heard?
Let's hope so! [laughs]
I am paying a fortune to live in a neighborhood
that's trendy by day and tranny by night.
"Tranny"?
Transsexuals. Chicks with dicks.
Boobs on top, balls down below.
I don't get the appeal there.
-It's the other white meat. -Ah.
I understand that pseudo-straight married men from New Jersey
have to get laid, but do they have to do it on my block?
And I thought my roof chickens were bad.
Every morning at 4:00 a.m. they start up.
I mean, it's like they're putting on a show.
The "up my ass" players.
[everyone laughs]
Too early for tranny talk?
It's so weird to just be sitting here
eating egg white omelets again like nothing ever happened.
[Carrie] It was our first Saturday morning breakfast together
since Charlotte had flown the co-op
and left Trey, her husband of just three months.
I was married, and now what?
I'm single again?
Sweetie, you're not single, you're just separated.
[Charlotte] That's right. I'm not single.
I'll never be single again.
I'll be divorced. [sighs]
The only thing worse than being 34 and single
is being 34 and divorced.
Oh, thanks.
I can think of something worse...
being 34 and trapped in a marriage that doesn't work.
Did I try hard enough?
"Hard" being the operative word.
Sweetie, Trey has an impotence problem--
Ah!
I am so sick of talking about Trey.
I think and talk about Trey all the time.
Just change the subject, please.
Just talk about the "up my ass" stuff.
[everyone laughs]
Okay, here's the plan.
Sunday night we all come over,
have a little "unpacking party," and no Trey talk.
Absolutely. I'll bring the cocktails.
And I'll bring the food.
How's everyone feel about roof chicken?
[both] Mm!
[dog barks]
Can I help you?
Um, yeah, hi.
I live around the corner,
and my window
uh, looks over the roof with the chickens.
And the crowing is...
Roosters.
Excuse me?
They are roosters. Roosters crow.
Oh, right. Yes, well, they do,
and very loudly.
I'm so sorry.
We just got them,
rescued from a cock fight in the Bronx.
Oh, my God.
I'll have them moved to the basement.
Oh, no, no, no. You don't have to do that.
They had all that fight trauma. They need fresh air.
I don't want them to be miserable.
Don't worry, they have a very lovely life.
No, that's, that's all right. I'll get over it.
Thank you for being so nice.
Oh, just...
gonna take one of these for my friend.
She has a cat.
Hey, fatty, you hungry?
Yeah? I'm hungry, too.
Oh!
[dialing]
[telephone rings]
[woman] Shanghai Garden. May I help you?
Hi. Yeah, I'd like to order some take-out?
[woman] Address, please.
331 West 78th Street,
-apartment 4-F. -[woman] Okay.
I'd like to order some chicken with broccoli in a brown--
[woman] Brown sauce with brown rice, cold noodles.
I know.
Every night the same.
-Right. -[woman giggles]
The Chinese take-out lady thinks I'm pathetic.
She said, "Every night, every night the same thing."
That's a tad bitchy for a take-out lady.
Do you think I'm in a rut?
-A food rut? -I'm sitting home with my cat,
ordering the same thing almost every night.
The only thing that could make it sadder
is if I had a "Cathy" comic taped to my refrigerator door.
Never say "Cathy comic" to me again.
She giggled at me, the take-out lady.
Then order from someplace else.
There's, like, 600 Chinese places on your block.
This place is my favorite. I like their cold noodles.
And it's easier than figuring out where else to go.
Fine, then bear the take-out food shame.
There they were, our ex-boyfriends.
[muttering indistinctly]
What are they doing together? What, are they friends now?
Apparently. This is bad.
What do you think they're talking about?
Their dogs?
Yeah, here's their dog conversation,
"How's your dog?" "Good. How's yours?"
"Good. Was that those two bitches who ruined our lives?"
No, they didn't see us.
Oh, God.
Okay, we have a choice.
We can either run the other away
or we can move into this building.
[chattering]
Come on, we can't run.
These shoe straps will break.
All right.
How do I look?
Good.
Great!
You look great too.
Thank God I didn't wear my drawstring pants.
How ya doin', Scout?
-[Miranda] Okay. -[Carrie] Okay.
[dog barks]
[Steve] Hey, hey! Look who it is!
[Carrie] That's another thing about New York...
you never know who is just around the corner.
See, this is what I like about New York.
The street traffic.
Hey! Hi.
Well, look at you.
Hello.
Look who it is, Pete.
-[dog whines] -Hey, Pete!
Hello!
Oh, my God! Look how big he got!
He starts college next year.
You must be very proud.
[Carrie] Two beers at a time?
What? Miranda and I give you guys a drinking problem?
[both laugh]
They're not just for us, um...
I'll have nightmares about that ladies' room for weeks.
Carrie, Miranda, this is Jessica, and Susan.
[both] Hello.
Honey, do you still wanna see the movie or just crash?
[Steve] I don't care.
-Well, we have to go. -Yeah, we gotta go.
-Yeah. -[Pete barks]
It was good to see you, Aidan.
Bye.
-Bye. -Bye.
-Sorry. -Sorry.
-I ran a little that way. -Goin' this way?
[both laugh]
[Carrie] That night, over at Charlotte's,
some light unpacking and some heavy realizations.
Well, they're over us.
It's just so hilarious.
I'm hemorrhaging inside it's so funny.
We thought they were sitting there pining away,
and they have new girlfriends already.
Were they cute?
The point is not if they were cute,
the point is they were there.
-[Miranda] They were cute. -Very cute.
How can they have new relationships already?
I'm still in the "I just broke up with someone" phase.
It's infuriating.
Women sit around obsessing about what went wrong
over and over,
and men just say, "all righty,"
and they move on.
I take offense at that generalization.
Not all women sit around and obsess about men.
As soon as my relationships are over, I move on.
Relationships?
You know, dates.
Well, I definitely do try to figure out what went wrong,
but I don't think that I obsess.
Oh, my God, you're Miss Obsess.
Big?
Well, yeah, okay, yes, Big.
Big was tricky, I still don't know what happened there.
Honey, you look back so much,
you should have a relationship rear view mirror.
"Relationships may appear closer than they actually are."
Well, I didn't obsess about Aidan.
Aidan was clear. I hurt him, he moved on.
It's so much easier for men to move on.
Is it?
[scoffs] Please!
The ratio of women to men in this city is huge.
All they have to do is sit outside, have a beer,
and wait for the Jessicas and Susans to come to them.
Well, maybe we only obsess over relationships that feel unfinished.
Well, I can guarantee that Trey
isn't sitting around with his friends
obsessing about what went wrong.
That's because men never think that anything is their fault.
I wish there were no men.
Oh, God, call someone. She's gone insane.
If there were no men, then we wouldn't feel hurt,
and we wouldn't be disappointed,
and we wouldn't be spending our entire night
sitting here obsessing about them.
I'm so over men.
What?
I am.
[Carrie] Later that night, I got to thinking about men,
and women, and relationships.
Or more to the point,
how women feel men disappoint them
in relationships.
Then a radical,
almost earth-shattering thought popped into my head...
What if everything isn't the man's fault?
After a certain age, and a certain number of relationships,
if it still isn't working,
and the exes seem to be moving on and we don't...
perhaps the problem isn't the last boyfriend,
or the one before him, or even the one before him...
Could it be that the problem isn't them,
but horror of horrors...
Is it us?
[loud chattering]
And downtown, the "up my ass" players
were in the middle of their late-night repertory...
"Much Ado About Up My Ass"
and "Long Day's Journey Up My Ass".
[loud chattering]
Samantha decided if she was ever gonna get a good night's sleep again,
she'd have to test just how effective a PR professional she was.
Ladies, hello.
Motherfucker!
I live right up there, the loft within earshot.
Now, as much as I respect a woman's right
for a little somethin'-somethin'
with certain New Jersey gentlemen,
I have a request.
I have a very early business meeting.
And I think we all know there are certain dark circles
that even the cleverest makeup tricks can't cover.
-Mm-hmm. -Am I right?
Sorry to wake you, baby.
We'll take it down here a bit.
I appreciate it.
By the way, I'm Samantha.
Destiny.
-Chyna. -Jo.
No "E". She got the "E" cut off.
-[laughing] -I told you I was gonna get you back!
Those heels are fierce, Miss Girl!
Aha!
Don't I know it!
-[snaps fingers] -[women laugh]
[Carrie] Samantha always knew
how to get her way with men...
even if they were half women.
[telephone rings]
What?
[man] Rough night?
Who is this?
It's me.
Oh.
I didn't recognize your voice, you sounded different.
Did I wake you?
It's only 11:30.
No, I was up late working,
and there are these...
goddamn chickens that crow on the roof next-door.
Roosters.
Roosters crow.
Yes, a "fun on the farm" fact
everyone seems to be aware of but me.
So tell me, is red a mistake?
In what way?
I'm repainting my bedroom.
A red bedroom?
[Big] Just one wall.
But I think...
it's too red.
It's like sleeping in communist China.
She left.
We ended it.
I heard.
You did?
How?
I think it was on the news.
[sighs]
Could we have lunch sometime?
Well, I really need to talk to you.
Please?
Where?
The Boathouse Restaurant in Central Park.
How about Saturday at 2:00?
Carrie?
I'm nodding.
So I'll see you at 2:00, then.
Bye.
Later that day, I met Miranda at my favorite thrift store
to dig for buried treasure.
Hey, do you think I can get away with
a "Hang in there, baby" halter top?
I don't think anybody can get away with
a "Hang in there, baby" halter top.
[laughs]
Do you want to go to the Hopper exhibit Saturday afternoon?
Oh, I can't. I have to work.
I lied. I don't have to work.
I'm meeting Big for lunch, and I didn't think you'd approve.
Wait, you're meeting Big?
He called.
He sounded upset
and he said he needed to talk.
Since when does Big talk?
What does that mean?
He's upset about Natasha leaving--
You know-- Okay, you know what?
I'm not holding your hand through this again.
I'm not asking you to hold my anything.
We're just having lunch.
[laughs] It's a huge mistake.
It is not a huge mistake. It's lunch.
Wake up, Carrie!
How many more times
are you gonna go through this?
He is bad for you!
Jesus, every time you get near him,
you turn into this pathetic, needy, insecure victim.
And the thing that pisses me off the most
is that you're more than willing to go right back for more.
I am not going back for more!
And I can't even believe--
I can't believe you would say that to me.
[Miranda] If you start up with Big again--
I am not starting up with Big again!
Well, if you do, I don't want to know anything about it.
I mean it, Carrie. No calls. No crying.
Oh, what are you gonna do, Miranda?
You gonna cut me out of your life
like you did to Steve?
What?
The first sign
of any little weakness or flaw
and you just write people off!
My God, Miranda, you are so judgmental!
[gasps]
[Carrie] Oh, what, you can say
that I'm pathetic and needy
and I can't say anything to you?
You know, everybody's not as tough as you, Miranda.
Peop--
some of us make mistakes.
Perfect, that's just perfect, walk away!
It's all my fault.
And right there, next to the two for five-dollar bin,
Miranda and I had our first big fight.
[answering machine] You have no messages.
I thought by the time I got home
Miranda would have left an apology on my machine.
I was gonna call her,
but I wasn't quite sure what to say.
Or whose fault it really was.
And at the exact same moment across town,
Miranda was preparing to make the call she'd been dreading all day.
[woman] Shanghai Garden. May I help you?
Hi, yes, I'd like to order some take-out.
Okay. Address, please.
331 West 78th Street, apartment 4-F.
I'd like some--
[woman] Chicken broccoli,
brown sauce,
brown rice, and cold noodles.
Right? [giggles]
You know what? I don't need this. Never mind.
[woman] Okay. Bye-bye...
[Carrie] After she hung up, Miranda couldn't get the giggle out of her head.
She decided to walk the two blocks
to confront the woman with the judgmental giggle
who thought she was so much better than her.
-[telephone rings] -Hi.
Shanghai Garden. May I help you?
Okay. Yes. Address, please?
224 West 70--
Oh, sorry, 73!
[giggles]
[Carrie] Miranda realized the giggle wasn't about her at all,
it wasn't about anything.
[woman giggles]
It really wasn't the noodles that kept her coming back
to this particular restaurant.
It was the fact that this had been their place,
and it was filled with happy memories.
Hey!
Twice in one week. Am I lucky or what?
I thought I got custody of this place.
I like their hot and sour soup.
-You here by yourself? -Mm-hmm.
Me, too.
Sit down.
I got this whole bowl of crunchies here
that I'll never get through.
So how are you?
Oh, not good.
Carrie and I had a huge fight.
Yeah? About what?
Me, her,
you, Big,
me.
Mm.
My judgmental stuff,
how bad was it?
It wasn't good.
Steve, I didn't throw you away, did I?
No.
[Miranda] She said I did.
Miranda, only you and I can ever really know
what happened between you and I.
It's nobody else's business.
But she said that, huh?
Ouch! [laughs]
Must have been pretty mad.
Well, I didn't exactly say nice things to her, either.
I just don't want her to get hurt again, you know?
So you yelled at her?
Yeah.
[laughs] Sounds about par.
I'm guessing your new girlfriend doesn't yell.
Nope.
[Miranda] How's that going?
-It's okay. -You like to order?
Oh, yes, I'd like the chicken with broccoli in brown--
You know what? Let me see the menu.
I should try something new.
Yeah, sure, go ahead.
Live a little.
-Wow, there's so much. -Mm. Mm.
[loud chattering outside]
-Baby, you're so fucking hot. -Oh, no.
I can't believe it!
They go away for one night
and then they're back three nights in a row.
Forget them, baby. Look at me.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm here.
[both moan]
Where are those cops? I called them a half an hour ago.
Baby, baby, look at me.
Let's bring it on home.
Oh, I can't!
-Baby, I'm close! -Yeah, well, I'm not!
[groans]
[Carrie] The idea that she'd miss a night's sleep
pissed Samantha off.
The idea that she'd miss an orgasm
was more than she could bear.
[Chyna] I can't help ya...
Shut up, you bitches! I called the cops!
Suck my cock!
Yeah, keep talking and I'll come down there and cut it off for ya!
I'd like to see you try, motherfucker!
I don't know who you think you are with those cheap pale ass shoes.
They weren't that fierce, no-way!
[yelling continues]
Baby, you're not gonna pull a Lorena Bobbitt, are you?
$7,000 a month and I have to listen
to the trilogy of fucking trannies out there?
I don't fucking think so!
I am a tax paying citizen
and a member of the Young Women's Business Association.
I don't have to put up with this shit!
Baby, forget them and come back to bed.
[Carrie] But there was nothing anyone could do to stop her.
Samantha was a woman obsessed.
She had a date with Destiny...
Chyna, and Jo, no "E".
Take this, ladies!
[women scream]
I'm gonna come up there and kick your ass, bitch!
[laughs]
Get off my hair now! Shit!
-[women laugh] -[siren blares]
[cop] Come on, girls. Let's move it along. Break it up.
Let's move it along, girls.
[Chyna] We are moving.
You heard the man!
Move it along!
Hey!
-Where are you going? -Home.
Baby, you freak me out.
Oh, oh.
[Carrie] And uptown, Charlotte was a bit freaked out as well.
Unable to sleep, and unable to unpack,
she was spending time with the only man
she could bring herself to tolerate...
the Dalai Lama.
[knock at door]
[Trey] Charlotte, it's me.
Trey?
What are you doing here? It's 4:00 a.m.
Yeah, I know, I...
I saw your light on from the street,
I figured you'd still be up.
What do you want?
Ever since you left, I can't stop thinking about you.
Honey, we're separated.
I know.
[Carrie] It seems once Charlotte swore off men,
this man couldn't get enough of her.
[moans]
He wasn't a rooster, and it wasn't the Bronx,
but from somewhere deep inside...
Trey's cock began to crow.
[Charlotte squeals]
And across town, I was still wide awake.
I couldn't get my fight with Miranda out of my head.
Turns out, I was a woman who was not only capable
of obsessing about my relationships with men,
I was a woman who was capable
of obsessing about my relationships with women.
-[rooster crows] -No.
[crowing continues]
[telephone rings]
[woman] This is the East Side Animal Shelter.
Please leave a message.
Hi, this is your neighbor who complained about the chickens.
I'm leaving a message 'cause I can't take it anymore.
Move 'em in. Thanks.
I figured if they had a very lovely life,
I was entitled to the same thing.
[crowing continues]
Ugh!
[clicks tongue] Well...
All righty.
I knew that was in me somewhere.
You did?
Yeah.
I just hadn't felt it since before--
Why'd you stop yourself? Before what?
Since before we got engaged.
Oh.
Yeah, "Oh."
Do you think our whole problem had to do with the fact that--
What?
Say it.
You didn't really want to marry me.
No. No.
I think it may have had something to do with the fact
that I maybe didn't want to get married to anybody.
Then, why did you?
I guess I thought it was time.
I'm of a certain age,
people expect you to get married.
Yes, well...
that sounds familiar.
And one other thing.
What?
I married you because I knew I'd never find anyone
as wonderful as you to marry.
[snores]
[banging]
-Hmm? -[banging]
Hmm?
[banging]
Oh!
[banging continues]
[Carrie] He may have gone away a pre-op transsexual,
but he came back loaded with eggs.
-[egg smashes] -[Samantha groans]
Now who's laughin', bitch?
[Carrie] Samantha realized this was one relationship with a man
she wouldn't be able to just walk away from.
Because this man... was half woman.
Oh, good, you're there.
I was just gonna call you.
Do you really think I'm pathetic?
No, I'm so sorry.
I don't think you're pathetic at all.
I'm outside the restaurant hiding in some bushes.
Do you still not think I'm pathetic?
Look, I know you think it's a huge mistake,
it's just, it's just something I feel I need to do to move on or something.
[Miranda] You know what? Don't listen to me.
I have no idea what's right for you and Big.
Okay. But if I'm totally wrong and it is a huge mistake,
I need to know you'll be there for me.
I'm there.
Okay, I'm going in. Any last-minute advice?
Yes, don't let him kiss you.
That seems to be where you get into trouble.
Carrie?
I'm nodding.
[light piano music]
Hello, you.
[sighs]
[sighs deeply] It's good to see you.
-[screams] -[Big] Oh!
[splashes]
[yelling]
[both laugh]
Are you okay?
[both laugh]
My hair was in the duck pond!
-My Christian Dior purse! -I'll get it!
Oh, my God!
[screams] What is that?
[hair dryer blowing]
[Big] How was your shower?
I no longer smell of pond.
[both laugh]
Exactly how many terry cloth robes do you have?
Three or four.
Oh, three or four.
I swore I would never be in this room with you again.
You said to take you to the nearest shower.
That is one red wall.
Yep.
It's red.
Hey, I gotta ask you a question.
[sighs] Was it all my fault?
No.
It wasn't all your fault.
Man, we really screwed that up.
What were we thinking?
I have no idea.
Fuck.
I was counting on you for answers.
How you doin', kid?
Pretty good. How you doing?
Good.
Aside from the fact
I feel like I've been through a war.
Really, we're like war buddies.
War buddies in Calvin Klein robes.
[laughs]
I hate to admit this, but...
I kinda like living alone again.
[laughs] Why doesn't that surprise me?
I should go.
Don't you want to stay awhile?
I can't.
Why?
Because sweet friend...
you and I are like that red wall.
It's a good idea in theory,
but somehow, it doesn't quite work.
And just like that I realized Big and I weren't "us" anymore.
We had become something else.
What it was... I had no idea.
[groans]
[answering machine] You have one new message.
[beeps]
[Miranda] Hey, it's me.
I'm just wondering how it all went.
Call me when you get home.
[Carrie] I had no idea where the chickens had gone,
but I hoped it wasn't the Bronx.
And I hoped they were happy.
Hi!
[dance music playing]
Who wants a wiener?
Girl, I'm trying to get rid of one.
[laughs]
[Carrie] The next Saturday, Samantha decided
to throw a kiss and make-up party
for the "up my ass" players and their friends.
Trey called me three times last week.
He is just dying to get back together, but I don't know.
I mean, is that wise?
Oh, my God.
I'm obsessing again, aren't I?
A little bit.
So what are we all drinking?
Flirtinis.
Vodka, pineapple, and champagne.
Flirtinis.
Destiny made them.
Honey, I'm way past a flirtini.
I need a fuck-tini!
Watch your language. There's ladies present.
Where?
Hey! You with the flower!
What do you mean, "You with the flower"?
You talkin' to me?
-Yes, you, girl! -They're talkin' to you.
Get up! Get up! Go on!
What do you want?
I want you to give me a swirl and a twirl.
I need to see you spin first, sister.
Woo!
[cheers]
Is that good enough?
Give me a little shake. Yes! Give me a shake.
You mean something like that?
Oh, my. Look at that waist, honey. Eat something!
Go, girl. You look good.
[laughing and chattering]
[Carrie] Don't worry...
they have a very lovely life.
["Above The Clouds" by Amber playing]