All language subtitles for sex and the city s03e18

What?

In life,
there are all sorts of wake-up calls.

But crowing on East 73rd Street
was one I was not prepared for.

It was my own fault, really.

I let my frenzy for
a rent-controlled apartment near Barneys

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.

Or, in Samantha's case,
just outside your window.

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 out of my ass

or I'm going to shit on it."

"Get that thing out my ass,
or I'm gonna shit on it."

I mean, is that the dirtiest thing
you've ever heard?

Let's hope so.

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?

I thought my roof chickens were bad.

Every morning at 4:00 a.m.
they start up.

It's like they're putting on a show.

The Up-my-ass Players.

Too early for tranny talk?

It's so weird to just be sitting here
eating egg-white omelets again

like nothing ever happened.

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.

That's right.

I'm not single.
I'll never be single again.

I'll be divorced.

The only thing worse
than being 34 and single

is being 34 and divorced.

Oh, thanks.

I can 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... I think and talk about Trey
all the time.

Just change the subject, please.

Just... just talk about
the "up my ass" stuff.

Okay, here's the plan.

Sunday night, we all come over,

have an unpacking party
and no Trey-talk.

Absolutely. I'll bring the cocktails.

And I'll bring the food.

How does everyone feel
about roof-chicken?

Mmm!

-Can I help you?
-Um...

Yeah. Hi. I live around the corner,

and my window 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 cockfight in the Bronx.

-Oh, my God.
-I'll have them moved to the basement.

Oh, no. 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!

Shanghai Garden. May I help you?

Hi. Yeah.
I'd like to order some take-out.

-Address, please.
-Uh, 331 West 78th Street. Apartment 4F.

-Okay.
-I'd like to order some chicken

with broccoli in a brown--

Brown sauce with brown rice.
Cold noodles.

I know. Every night the same.

-Right.

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 can 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 some place 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.

What are they doing together?
What, are they friends now?

Apparently. This is bad.

What do you think they're talking about?

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?"

Oh, they didn't see us.

Oh, God.

Okay, we have a choice.

We can either run the other way

or we can move into this building.

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 you doing, scout?

Hey, hey. Look who it is!

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. Street-traffic.

Hey! Hi.

Well, look at you.

-Hello.

Look who it is, Pete.

-Hey, Pete.

-Hello.

Oh, my God! Look how big he got.

He starts college next year.

You must be very proud.

Two beers at a time. What...

Miranda and I give you guys
a drinking problem?

They're not just for us.

I'll have nightmares
about that ladies room for weeks.

Carrie, Miranda,
this is Jessica and Susan.

Hello.

Honey, do you still wanna see the movie
or just crash?

I don't care.

-Well, we have to go.
-Yeah, we gotta go.

-Yeah.

It was good to see you, Aidan.

Bye.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-Sorry.
-Sorry.

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.

- 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 of fence 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...
I don't think that I obsess.

-Oh, my God! You are 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?
-Oh, 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.

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?

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.

Samantha decided
if she was ever going to 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 something something
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 make-up tricks
can't cover.

-Mmm-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.

Whoo! Those heels are fierce, Miss Girl.

Aha!

-Don't I know it.

Samantha always knew
how to get her way with men,

even if they were half women.

What?

Rough night?

-Who is this?
-It's me.

Oh.

I didn't rec... I didn't recognize
your voice. You sounded different.

Did I wake you? It's only 11:30.

No, I... I was up late working.

And there are these goddamn chickens
that crow on the roof next door.

Roosters. Roosters crow.

Yes. The 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?
-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.

Could we have lunch sometime?

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.

Do you wanna 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.

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.

If you start up with Big again--

I am not starting up with Big again!

Well, if you do,
I don't wanna know anything about it.

I mean it, Carrie. No calls. No crying.

Oh, what you gonna do, Miranda?

You're 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.

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.

Pe... 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- $5 bin,

Miranda and I had our first big fight.

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.

Shanghai Garden. May I help you?

Hi. Yes.
I'd like to order some take-out.

Okay. Address, please.

Uh, 331 West 78th Street, Apartment 4F.
I'd like some--

Chicken broccoli, brown sauce,

brown rice,
cold noodles, right?

You know what? I don't need this.
Never mind.

Okay. Bye-bye!

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.

Hi.

Shanghai Garden. May I help you?

Okay. Yes. Address, please.

224 West 70...

Oh, sorry, 73.

Miranda realized
the giggle wasn't about her at all.

It wasn't about anything.

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.

-Are you here by yourself?
-Mmm-hmm.

Me too. Sit down.

I've got this whole bowl of crunchies
here that I'll never get through.

So, how are you?

Uh, not good.

Carrie and I had a huge fight.

Yeah? About what?

Me, her, you, Big. Me...

Hmm.

My judgmental stuff,

how bad was it?

It wasn't good.

Steve, I didn't throw you away. Did I?

-No.
-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've 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.

Sounds about par.

I'm guessing your new girlfriend
doesn't yell.

Nope.

How's that going?

Hmm.

-It's okay.
-Like to order?

Oh, yes, I'd like the chicken
with broccoli and brown...

You know what? Let me see the menu.

I should try something new.

Yeah. You should.
Go ahead. Live a little.

Wow! There's so much.

Baby, you're so fucking hot.

I can't believe
that 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.

Where are those cops?
I called them half an hour ago.

Baby! Baby, look at me.
Let's bring it on home.

I can't.

-Baby, I'm close.
-No. Well, I'm not.

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.

I can't help ya sister.

Shut up, you bitches!
I've called the cops!

Suck my cock!

Yeah. Keep talking and I'll come
down there and cut it off for you!

I'd like to see you try, motherfucker.

I know you think you're the shit,
pale ass shoes.

They weren't that fierce, no way.

Baby, you're not gonna pull
a Lorena Bobbitt, are you?

$7,000 a month

and I have to put up with a trilogy
of fucking trannies out there?

I don't fucking think so!

I am a tax-paying citizen and 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.

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!

I will come up there
and kick your ass, bitch!

Get off my hair now! Shit.

Come on, ladies.
Let's move it along. Break it off.

-Let's move it along, girls.
-We are moving.

You heard the man, move it along!

Hey, where are you going?

Home. Baby, you freak me out.

Oh.

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.

- 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.

It seems,
once Charlotte swore off men,

this man couldn't get enough of her.

He wasn't a rooster
and it wasn't the Bronx,

but from somewhere deep inside,

Trey's cock began to crow.

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.

-No.

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 them in. Thanks.

I figured
if they had a very lovely life,

I was entitled to the same thing.

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 wanna 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.

-Hmm?

-Hmm?

Oh!

He may have gone away,
the pre-op transsexual,

but he came back loaded with eggs.

Now who's laughing, bitch?

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?

Oh.

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.

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.

Hello, you.

Hello, you.

[sighs] It's good to see you.

Are you okay?

My hair is in a duck pond.

-My Christian Dior purse.
-I'll get it.

Oh, my God! What is that?

-How was your shower?
-I no longer smell of pond.

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.

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 doing, 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.

I hate to admit this,
but I kind of like living alone again.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

I should go.

Don't you wanna stay a while?

I can't.

Why?

Because, sweet friend,

you and I are like that red wall.

It's a good idea in theory,
but somehow... 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.

Oh.

You have one new message.

Hey, it's me.
I'm just wondering how it all went.

Call me when you get home.

I had no idea
where the chickens had gone,

but I hoped it wasn't the Bronx.

And I hoped they were happy.

Hi!

Who wants a wiener?

Girl, I'm trying to get rid of one.

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?

Little bit.

So, what are we all drinking?

Flirtinis. Vodka, pineapple,
and champagne.

Flirtinis.

Destiny made them.

Honey, I'm way past the Flirtini.
I need a Fucktini.

Watch your language.
There's ladies present.

Where?

Hey, you with the flower.

What do you mean, "You with the flower?"

You talking to me?

-Yes you, girl. Get up.
-They're talking to you.

Get up. Go.

What do you want?

I want you to give me
a swirl and a twirl.

I need to see you spin first, sister.

-Whoo!

-Is that good enough?

Give it a shake.
Yeah, give me the shake.

You mean, something like that?

Don't mind the weight, honey.
Eat something.

We're flying above the clouds

Don't worry,
they have a very lovely life.

We're flying above the clouds

I can see happiness from here

Love lifted us up

Love lifted us up

Remember the silence hiding in the dark

Remember the desperation in our hearts

Remember how close we came to giving up

We were caught up in a storm

I didn't think that we would make it

We held on, we stood our ground

Now the storm is breaking

We're flying above the clouds

So beautiful and clear

We're flying above the clouds

I can see happiness from here

We're flying above the clouds

I can see happiness from here

We're flying above the clouds

So beautiful and clear

We're flying above the clouds

I can see happiness from here

We're flying so beautiful
Love lifts us up...

There is so much happiness