All language subtitles for sex and the city s04e07

Once Aidan and I
were back together,

it seemed like nothing had
ever happened to break us apart.

Hi, it's me, go ahead.

Hey, kid. What's shaking?
I'm back in town.

-Call me, baby.

I'm...

-No, no. It's...
-No, no, no.

-It's...
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's...

Yeah.

A little machine
with a big message.

-Okay, something happened.
-Something bad?

Big called
while Aidan and I were making love.

-Something bad.
-Ah.

-The machine picked up.
-What did you do?

Nothing.

We just kept making love.

He could keep going after that?

-Honey, he's a keeper.
-Never mind him, how'd you do?

-Fine, I finished.
-You did?

I had to.

And I haven't worked that hard
at anything since my SATs.

This is awful. Did you talk about it?

No, we just went to sleep.

And when I woke up,
Aidan was on the other side of the bed.

Usually he sleeps right next to me,
you know, like, right here.

And I just... I get in his little nook.

Maybe he's just sleeping differently.

Maybe, or maybe he'll never forget
what happened

and every time the phone rings,

he'll think that it's Big calling
to start affair number two.

- Mmm.
-That's a big maybe.

I was just hoping
that we could just start fresh.

Now I think
we're gonna have to talk about it.

What are you gonna do,
sit Aidan down and explain about Big?

Unless Hallmark makes
a "Sorry I Cheated" card.

No one wants to hear
about their lover's past lovers.

What happened was in the past,
leave it there.

It's on my answering machine.
I have to talk about it.

Here you go. This is yours.

-Thank you.
-Excuse me.

-Can I change the subject?
-I'll pay you a million dollars.

I'm thinking about quitting my job.

Did you get an offer
from a better gallery?

No, I mean, stopping working altogether.

Really?

Yeah.

I've been driving myself crazy lately
just trying to get everything done.

-And Trey suggested that--
-Trey suggested?

Well, he mentioned
that maybe I might quit.

And I mean, really,
I have just been driving myself crazy.

And for what? The gallery?

What has the gallery ever done for me?

-But you love your job.
-I know.

But there's so much more
I could do with my life.

Like what?

Well, soon I'll be pregnant,
and that'll be huge.

Plus, I'm redecorating the apartment.

And I always wanted to take
one of those Indian cooking classes.

And sometimes I'll walk by one of those
Color Me Mine pottery places

and I'll see a woman having
just a lovely afternoon glazing a bowl.

That'd be a nice change.

And I wanted to volunteer
at Trey's hospital.

And help raise money
for the new Pediatric AIDS wing.

Well, the cooking
and the AIDS stuff is great,

but Color Me Mine, sweetie,

if I was walking by
and I saw you in there,

I'd just keep on walking.

Anyway, that's what I'm thinking.

You sure you're not just having
a bad work week?

No, that's not it.

I'm quitting,
that's what I wanna do, yep.

I'm quitting.

Well, be damn sure
before you get off the Ferris wheel

because the women waiting to get on
are 22, perky and ruthless.

You seem to have
a lot of opinions today.

I'm telling you,
just forget it ever happened.

Later that day,
I got to thinking about relationships

and partial lobotomies.

Two seemingly different ideas
that might be perfect together,

like chocolate and peanut butter.

Think how much easier it would all be

if there was some
swift surgical procedure

to whisk away
all the ugly memories and mistakes

and leave only the fun trips
and special holidays.

But until that day arrives, what to do?

Rely on
the same old needlepoint philosophy

of "forgive and forget"?

And even if a couple
can manage the forgiveness,

has any ever really conquered
the "forgetness"?

Can you ever really forgive
if you can't forget?

To Samantha Jones,
some things were unforgivable.

-And taking someone else's cab...
-Hey!

...was right at the top of her list.

-I was here first!
-Sorry!

I don't think so. Get out.

I'm not getting out.

West 12th and 9th Avenue, please.

I hope you enjoy the ride.

He did.

[moaning]

And in a far less friendly bed uptown,

I was even farther from the nook.

Yet, I still wasn't sure,
maybe I was overreacting.

8: 10? I gotta get to the gym.

You don't have to go
to the gym right now.

-Do you want me to get all soft again?
-I liked you all soft.

Mmm. I didn't.

Hey.

Give me a good-morning kiss. Hmm?

You might wanna brush your teeth first.

Well, that settled it.
He wasn't forgiving or forgetting.

-And speaking of not forgetting...

Hello.

You were so judgmental
at the coffee shop yesterday.

-Excuse me?
-You think I'm one of those women.

What? One of what women?

One of those women we hate,
who just works until she gets married.

Charlotte, it's 8: 15.

That's not a response.

It's an 8: 15-in-the-morning response.

The women's movement
is supposed to be about choice.

And if I choose to quit my job,
that is my choice.

"The women's movement"? Jesus Christ,
I haven't even had coffee yet.

It's my life and my choice.

Okay, Charlotte, this isn't about me.
This is your stuff.

Admit it. You're being very judgmental.

I'm dripping all over my bathroom
and you're calling me judgmental.

And if you have a problem
with quitting your job,

maybe you should take it up
with your husband.

See, there it is, "your husband."

There's nothing wrong
with having a husband.

Charlotte, I'm hanging up.

Don't you dare hang up
And stop saying "Charlotte" like that.

I am quitting my job
to make my life better

and do something worthwhile,
like have a baby and cure AIDS.

Oh, you're gonna cure AIDS?
Good for you, Charlotte.

Just don't be too disappointed
if all you wind up with

is a pretty ceramic mug
with Trey's name on it.

-Take that back!
-I'm hanging up.

Don't you dare hang up!
I'm interviewing girls to replace me

and I really need you
to get behind my choice.

You get behind your choice.

I am behind my choice.
I choose my choice.

Charlotte, I don't have time for this.
I have to go to work.

-Some of us still have to go to work.
-I choose my choice! I choose my choice.

Ow!

Fuck! Ow!

Jesus!

When in a hostile situation,

some women, like Charlotte,
confront it head-on,

while others...

Fresh juice?

-Where'd you get that?
-I ran down to the Korean.

-Dressed like that?
-Mmm-hmm.

It caused quite the stir.

Hey, will you help me patch up, buddy?

I got a big tense meeting with my editor
in about an hour.

It's feeling like a two-patch day.

Notice how much better
I'm doing this time?

No cheating.

I think I finally kicked that bad habit.

Now I'm practically perfect,
don't you think?

Ow... Ow.

Well, that kind of hurt.

What was that?

I was just making sure
it was on good and tight.

Well...

-Are you mad at me or something?
-Why would I be mad at you?

Excuse me.

About the other night.

What the fuck?

This goddamn milk is bad.

You just fucking let it sit in there?

Look, it's not you. I'm just
a little pissed off because of work.

I gotta strip these pieces all weekend,
the chemicals are toxic.

-I can't get anybody to watch Pete.
-I'll watch Pete.

Come on, dog walking is not
your favorite thing to do, Carrie.

Hey.

You love Pete, I love Pete.

That's just the kind of girlfriend I am.

How about I take my tall drink of water
out to dinner tonight?

Some place super-nice,
where the milk is fresh.

I was gonna hook up with some buddies
over at Steve's bar.

Well, is it a night with the guys,
or can girlfriends crash?

You can come, don't come...

Whatever. Do what you like.

No, you go have fun with the guys.

-Hello?
- My neck is out.

Charlotte called
and I was drying my hair.

My whole body is fucked up
because of the marathon.

I'm sorry. Can I do something?

I don't know.
It hurts to even hold the phone.

Come over.

-Okay, I have a--
-Thanks.

Fuck!

Shit.

Miranda's neck is out.
She can't move, and I'm just...

I'm worried that it's too late
for me to cancel my meeting.

I'll go check on Miranda for you.

-You would?
-Sure.

Thank you.

You are a great, great boyfriend.
You know that?

I mean it, you're the best.

Where's her keys?

[Carrie] Twenty minutes later,

Miranda's neck
had gone from bad to worse.

Carrie?

Carrie?

No, it's Aidan. Carrie sent me.

-No. Ah!

Uh, no, don't come in. I'm naked.

-What?
-I...

Oh, Jesus.

Uh, my neck pulled again and this is
the only way I felt comfortable.

I'll get up.

Ow!

-Okay, don't get up. I'm coming in.
-No! Don't come in. I'm fine.

Ow!

-I can't get up.
-Okay, I'm coming in.

Oh, God.

I am mortified.

Just relax, darling,
I'm looking the other way.

I'm gonna lift you up.

No, you'll see everything.

Nothing I haven't seen before. Okay.

Hey, nice smell.
That's the April Fresh stuff, right?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

All right. You ready to be lifted?

-Okay.
-Okay, here we go.

All right, put your...

There you go. All right.

Let's get you up now.
On three. One, two, three.

-Okay. How you doing?
-I'm fine.

All right.

All right. Snug as a bug in a rug.

Samantha was right.

It seemed every aspiring gallerina
in New York wanted Charlotte's job.

She was determined
to find the perfect replacement.

Someone bright, someone smart,
someone like Charlotte.

"BA in Art History, minor in Finance."
Same as me.

"Career objectives:
To own my own gallery."

Oh, my God, that is amazing.

I think I had the same objective
on my first résumé.

Did you ever own one?

No. Uh...

I found I loved it here so much
that it felt like my gallery.

You've done an amazing job.

It's my favorite space.

I probably shouldn't tell you this
with a line of people out there,

-but you're hired.
-I am?

-Thank you, thank you, thank you.
-Okay. Shh!

-So do you have any questions?
-Just one.

Why are you leaving this fantastic job?

Well, I'm married,
and we're planning on a baby.

Also,

I'm on the board of the Lenox Hill
Pediatric AIDS Foundation.

Charlotte heard herself lie.

She just couldn't bring herself
to tell the girl

that her new résumé objective
would read:

"Wife, mother,
and part-time bowl glazer."

That night,
I decided to interrupt guys' night

to give Aidan a quick
thank-you-for-helping-Miranda kiss.

You're my hero.

What's new, pussycat?

Not only are you great to me,

but you're great to my friends as well.

Who's a better boyfriend than you?

I'm back. Where were we?

I was up to three peanuts.

Oh, you think
you're such hot stuff, huh?

-Oh, yeah.
-Uh, peanuts?

Yeah, Shayna here is teaching me
how to play jacks with the peanuts,

and I'm at three-sies.

Hi, I'm Carrie.

Oh, Carrie.

-Hi.
-I'm sorry. That's, uh... That's Shayna.

-Hi.
-Can I get you a drink, or...

No. No, thanks, I'm not staying.

I don't wanna interrupt
the night with the guys.

So, where are the guys?

Ah, man, the guys blew me off
at the last minute.

So I came down here
to hang out with my buddy Steve.

Oh.

And Steve...

I'm sorry.

Where's Steve?

It's kind of slow
so Steve went to get a burrito.

Shayna and I
are looking out for the joint.

-All right, I'm up.
-Yeah?

-Two-sies.
-Two-sies!

Look out.

-That was good.
-That was very good.

So, Miranda says that you were amazing.

He helped my girlfriend today.
He took her to the chiropractor.

-We got us a nice guy, here.
-Oh, shucks, ma'am.

So, how was Miranda?

Uh, no work or running for a week

and she has to wear
one of those foam collars.

-What do you call four?
-Um, four-sies.

Four-sies. Yee-haw!

-Okay.
-Okay, well, I'm gonna go.

-What? Yeah?
-Yeah.

-Can you excuse us for a second?
-Sure.

What is going on?

-What's up?
-You tell me.

Okay.

You do your thing.

Listen, I don't have to work tomorrow,
so come on over if you want.

I'll come over.

Good luck with four-sies.

-It was nice to meet you, Shayna.
-Oh, yeah.

I'll see you later.

-Let's go.
-Okay.

All right.

- Watch and learn, young buck.

But Aidan never showed up.

And at about 3:00 a.m.,
it became very clear

that I was being punished
for my big mistake.

That cowl-neck look is on the way out.
You heard it here first.

Ow.

How are you, sweetie?

I had to sleep sitting up
like the Elephant Man.

I brought you bagels to cheer you up.

Wow, that's so nice of you.

Aidan never came over last night.

He said he would, but he didn't.
And I called him this morning.

He said that he thought that "come over"
meant today, not last night.

You know what? This is bullshit.

-Yeah, that's what I think.
-No, you.

You are bullshit.

You and your bullshit
cheer-me-up bagels.

They're just a decoy
so you could talk about Aidan.

Look. You didn't even
bring cream cheese.

I got the good bagels.

It's bad enough you send your boyfriend
to help me when I call you,

but now, the bullshit bagels.

So what are you saying,
you don't want one?

If you fell, or something,

I would never send my boyfriend
to help you.

And, yes, I know,
I don't have a boyfriend.

What's the problem?

Aidan's better in a crisis than I am.

I can't even remember your cream cheese.

He saw me naked.

Your boyfriend saw me naked
on the floor, lying on a bathmat.

Did he tell you that?

-No, he's a gentleman.
-Well, he did!

All right, I get it, I'm sorry.

I will never send a boyfriend
to do my job again.

Okay.

You want it toasted?

Okay.

If I still even have a boyfriend,

I think he's having an affair
with a waitress at Scout.

Just because you cheated on him
does not mean he would cheat on you.

-I'm gonna burn your bagel.
-Don't.

Well, if he hasn't,
it's just a matter of time.

He's not having an affair.
Aidan isn't like that. He's a good guy.

Yeah, he's the good guy
and I'm the bad guy.

And the bad guy
just has to take it, right?

I mean...

You should've seen
the way he was acting in front of me.

He's torturing me
because of what I did to him, and...

And I deserve it.

I deserve it, right?

I'd shrug, but it hurts.

Got any jelly?

I wish I knew the name
of that cabdriver.

I'd send him
a bottle of wine or something.

That was really great.

You're a wild man.

Yeah. Hey, um, speaking of wild,

it's getting
a little too wild down there.

Might be time for a wax.

See you soon.

It's my week between waxes.
I have three errant hairs,

and this asshole thinks
I'm George of the Jungle.

That's horrifying.

And you should see the bush on him.

I need a weedwhacker
just to find his dick.

Could you please keep it down?
We're on the Upper East Side.

Men. We have to run
to Helga the hot-waxer every other week,

but them?

How would they like it if we told them
to shape their hedge, trim their trunk?

Plant their bulbs?

I'm sorry, we are talking
about gardening, aren't we?

And don't get me started
on his back hair.

Okay, please.
Hey, wait a second, Pete has to go.

-Come here, sweetie.
-This is lovely.

Why are you even walking this mongrel?

Because I'm proving to my boyfriend
that I am trustworthy and loving.

And kindly,
do not take your anger out on Pete.

So watching his dog take a dump

is going to make the memory of Big
fade away?

-Couldn't hurt.
-Oh, come on. The dog, the waitress.

I don't know that
anything happened with the waitress.

How much longer
are you gonna punish yourself?

Until I'm back in the nook.

You may never get back in the nook.

Don't say that.

I know it's true, but don't say it.

Well, I'm not a dog expert,
but is that normal?

Oh, no! Oh, he's got the runs.

-Oh, poor Pete.
-Poor me.

-Ew.
-Oh! Oh, God.

-Ugh.
-Oh, he must be sick or something.

Honey, I love you,
but this is not my scene. I'll call you.

Wait... You're not gonna
just leave me here?

-Bye-bye!
-Oh!

Wait. Pete, no, no, no.
Sweetie. Sweetie.

Don't walk. You're not done yet, honey.

Pick up after your dog.

He's not my dog.

It was right about then
I wondered just how much shit

was I willing to put up with
for my mistake.

Wait, wait, wait. Shit!

Poor Pete's poo-poo platter
continued for so many blocks

I got worried and decided
it was time to take him home.

So I said, "What?"

-There was a big giant...
-Here, your dog got sick, I'm leaving.

-Hey, taxi!
-Hey. Hey! Will you hold this?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Carrie. Carrie, stop!

-What are you doing?
-Toxic chemicals?

I'm taking a break.

Oh, and she just happened
to be there with coffee?

-I diapered your dog!
-Keep your voice down.

What are you doing?

Nothing. It's my friend. We're friends.

Well, why don't you just fuck her?
Then we can both be bad.

Nothing happened.

I thought about it.

Do you wanna come in?

I'm too pissed to come in.

I hate that he calls here.

Nothing's happening.

Or will ever happen.

You have to know that, right?

I would never do that to you again.

Never.

I don't want you to see him ever again.

I can't do that.

He's in my life.

It's not the same way you are,
but he is.

Aidan, you can't keep punishing me.

And I can't keep punishing me.

I made a mistake...

and I am sorry.

And I know that
you can't forget what happened,

but I hope that you can forgive me.

You have to forgive me.

You have to forgive me.

You have to forgive me.

You have to forgive me, Aidan.

You have to forgive me.

You have to forgive me!

You have to forgive me.

You had a lot of nerve
telling me to get a wax.

If you were in Aruba,
the natives could bead your back.

And it's not just there.

Every time I blow you,
I feel like I'm flossing.

I'm sorry, baby.

Is there anything I can do
to make you forgive me?

Samantha forgave,
and Brad got a lesson he never forgot.

Wow, look how much bigger
my dick looks.

And soon,
Charlotte's last day came.

Oh, number seven
should go on the north wall.

I think it would be better
on the south side.

You're 22, what do you know about life?

I mean, art. I'm sorry, I'm...

I'm just...

I'm freaked out.

I've been working my whole life.
This is a big transition.

Well, if it's any consolation,
my mother worked all the time.

It would've been nice
to have her home more.

Oh, don't forget to set the alarms.

You're not going to finish the day?

I think I'm done.

Good luck.

Charlotte left her past
to pursue her new life objectives:

Be a good mother, cure AIDS,

and prove Miranda wrong.

You'd better move my meetings
till the end of the week.

I'm not quite 100%.

Yeah.

Still wearing the brace.

Okay. Bye.

And for the first time
in her life,

Miranda learned the joys
of cooking and of not working.

Of course,
she'd have to go back eventually,

just to prove Charlotte wrong.

So I'm gonna stop the machine,

lift it up, and we'll add the flour...

And as for Aidan,

he and I weren't quite back
to where we were.

We might never be there again,

but we were in a new place,
a more honest place.

And somehow, over time,
I had made my way back into the nook.