All language subtitles for sex and the city s05e03

When venturing out
on your first blind date in a decade,

it's crucial to have the right attitude.

Hope for the best...

-Ted?
-Sorry.

...prepare for the worst.

And who knows,
you just might be pleasantly surprised.

Or not.

I got stood up.

Yes, I deigned to go on a blind date
against all my better judgment.

I was willing to lower myself
into the gutter--

God, I miss dating.

-And then he doesn't show.
-Are you sure?

Well, either he didn't show

or he took one look at me
and ran for the hills.

Which is worse? I can't decide.

I'm sure
there's a perfectly good explanation.

-We're gonna get to the bottom of this.
-Oh, we're at the bottom.

A complete stranger hurt my feelings.
I'd say that's scraping bottom.

You shouldn't even be going
on blind dates. It's beneath you.

Now, that's not true.

I know a lot of great couples
that met on blind dates.

-Eric and Marcie--
-Look, stop.

Even if he had shown up,

most first dates are like job interviews
with cocktails.

Na-ah. I think, I'm done.

That's what I said yesterday
about eating bread,

and I just ordered pancakes, so...

Why should I risk having
a god-awful evening,

when I am guaranteed to have fun
with you guys?

Oh, honey, you're cute.

- Hmm.
-But I'm never gonna fuck you.

Look, I'm really sorry this happened
to you on your first date back out there

but you have to keep trying.

Na-ah, no, I'm like Punxsutawney Phil.
I came out,

I saw my shadow and I'm going back in.
I'll see you guys next winter.

Well, you have to take some risks,
so that you don't wind up an old maid.

Oh, that's right!

Must not wind up old maid.
Must not wind up old maid.

Now, how am I gonna remember that?
Does anybody have a pen?

Why do we get stuck with "old maid"
and "spinster,"

and men get to be "bachelors"
and "playboys"?

No matter how shriveled their dicks are.

Okay!

The end. New topic.

Charlotte's 36th birthday,

-Saturday night.
-Oh!

I say, we spinsters take back Manhattan.

Well, I've thought about it.

And I've decided, I'm sticking at 35.

- Here you go.
-Because it was such a good year?

Because I'm just not where I thought
I'd be at 36.

I don't feel 36,
and I don't look 36, right?

Ah, no.

And men are much more interested
in meeting 35-year-olds.

So I'm sticking.

We all turned 36, like big girls.
Now it's your turn.

Oh, let her stick.

Lying about her age is
the smartest thing she's done in years.

Okay, then. Where are we celebrating
Charlotte's 35th birthday, the sequel?

Sorry. Today is the baby nurse's
last day.

From now on, you're gonna have to
book me a year in advance.

-Wow, you're like Nobu.
-I can't go either.

Richard's taking me to Atlantic City
for the weekend.

Oh, what'd you do wrong?

Oh, he loves to gamble,

and there's some kind of heavyweight
prizefight thing he wants to see.

But we are going on his private jet.

Well, no celebration is fine with me.

Are you telling me the four of us
can't get together

to celebrate Charlotte's
30-faux birthday?

This is bullshit!

Two nights later,
with no friends available, no dates,

not even any good bad TV to watch...

This is bullshit.

Okay, this is my third and final
phone call.

Miranda thinks she can get Steve
to watch the baby.

Charlotte agreed to come out

as long as we don't mention her birthday
or the number 36.

I'm still a little fuzzy on the rules.

Anyway, can't you get out
of Atlantic City?

Oh, I don't know,
I'll have to ask Richard.

Please do, because I am looking at
the last picture taken of the four of us

and it is moldy.

Miranda is wearing a blouse
with shoulder pads.

Carrie's hell-bent on getting the four
of us together Saturday night.

Would you be terribly disappointed
if I didn't come?

Why not just bring them along?

I'll arrange for comp suites,
and there's plenty of room on the jet.

Yes!

That Friday,
I picked up my fellow jet setter

on the way to the airport.

Under the boardwalk
We'll be having some...

What?

I can't go. I'm just...

Not ready to be separated from the baby.

-What?
-I'm kidding!

Steve took him two hours ago.
I'm free! I'm leaving the compound!

Don't do that to me.
I'm a 36-year-old woman!

Come on in.
I just need two seconds. Two seconds.

-Okay.
-Two seconds.

Oh, man.

-Oh, hi Magda. How are you?
-You wanna see something beautiful?

-Come, I show you. Look at him.
-Mmm-hmm.

You ever see such beautiful face?
Look, here.

-So smiley.
-Mmm.

Oh! Mmm-hmm.

And here, after bath,
with his little pupik.

Okay.

As I live and breathe, Ms. Hobbes,
I never thought I'd see the day.

That's not me, that's her.

I didn't even take most of those.

Okay, this is the only sweater I have
that covers my ass.

Do you think I can get away with this
and stretchy pants all weekend?

Are you kidding? Atlantic City
is the capital of stretchy pants.

They're mandatory down there.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Hi, how you doing?

Steve, what's wrong?
What are you doing back here?

Oh, I thought I forgot the wipies.

-Oh.
-But it turns out, um, actually...

I don't think I can do this.

Excuse me?

I'm afraid that I might break him
or something.

Look, I accidentally scratched his face
with my dirty fingernail. Look.

Um, it's nothing.
You've taken care of him before.

-It's been fine.
-Wait, wait.

But, yeah, but for two hours.

Yeah, for two hours I'm great,
but after two hours, I might...

accidentally kill him.

Look, we're both afraid
we're gonna kill the baby.

That's a given.

But we made an agreement this week.

Monday to Friday, I try not to kill him.

Saturday and Sunday,
you try not to kill him.

-Huh? Yeah?
-Wait...

I'm sorry.

I can't do it.

You should go,
you're gonna miss the plane.

No way, the four of us are going
to Atlantic City.

We will figure something out.

Hello! Hello! Hello!
Sorry I'm so late!

- Hi!
-Charlotte, welcome aboard.

Where is everybody?
I thought I was late.

Oh, they had some kind of problem.

Something with the baby.
Blah, blah, blah.

They're meeting us down there.

They are? But...

So, it's just going to be
the three of us for the whole flight?

Yeah, come in.
Make yourself comfortable.

Oh! Samantha, you shouldn't have!

Ooh, it's pretty.

But what is it?

I'm sorry, that was, um,
actually meant for Samantha. It's a...

-Pearl thong.
-For me?

Oh, you naughty boy.

Did I tell you I've taken up knitting?
I find it really calms my nerves.

Practical and stimulating.

What will they think of next?

Knitting is the new yoga,
according to New York Magazine.

-I'm making these for little Brady.
- Maybe later if you're good...

Mmm-hmm.

I'll give you a pearl necklace to match.

-Oh.
-My father gave me

the most beautiful pearl necklace
for my sweet 16.

Actually, we're talking about
the other kind of pearl necklace.

You know,
when a guy decorates your neck.

You're sure that Carrie said
they were coming down tonight?

"Knit one, purl two"
would never sound the same

to Charlotte again.

You know that I need
to go somewhere for two days

-that I've been looking forward to--
-Hey, excuse me.

No, no, no.

-That's not what I'm talking about.
-Time out, guys.

Magda here has offered to help Steve
with the baby over the weekend.

No, that's not her job.

Miranda, I'm begging you,

throw some money at the problem
and let's hit the road.

We've already missed the jet.
How would we even get there?

This is the final call
for Atlantic City.

Passengers should be on board
for immediate departure.

This is pleasant.

-I think we're on the old-lady express.

-Where are all the old men?
-Dead.

Or married to 20-year-olds.

I am so excited.

I have been dreaming about being alone
with these for months.

I love that The New Yorker is your porn.

Do you think we'll still be friends
when we're this old?

Sure.

What do you mean, "sure"?

I could barely get us together for
the weekend, and we're all still mobile.

Mmm-hmm.

Hey, New Yorker, I'm talking to you.

How are we gonna make it to 70
if you've already zoned me out?

Okay, I'm listening. Talk fast.

I'm serious. Friendships don't
magically last 40 years.

You have to invest in them.

It's like your savings.

You don't expect to wake up one day
when you're old

and find a big bucket of money
waiting there.

Well, did you finally open that IRA?

-No, my point is...
-Well--

We need an emotional retirement plan.

This is important,
making time for each other

and taking trips like this.

Because, as we can see here,
at the end of the line,

it's just gonna be us ladies
riding a bus.

I'm so happy right now.

Atlantic City,
departing at gate 104.

- Hi.
-Hi.

Two New Yorker Magazines
and two knit booties later,

we all arrived
at the understated Taj Mahal casino.

Luck be a lady tonight...

Here it is, ladies, Atlantic City!

Breathe deep and take it all in.

Oh God, I've missed this.

Oh, yeah.

-I thought you'd never been here before.
-I'm referring to the cigarette smoke.

-Look at all the old ladies.
- Oh!

Oh, this is nothing.
You should've been on the bus with us.

I wish I had been.

Oh, please,
a little harmless over-the-bra action

and Miss Priss here
is running for a parachute.

Have you ever heard of a pearl necklace?

Uh-huh.

I'm hitting the slots.

Oh, and I told Richard,
I'd stop by his baccarat game.

No, no, no, not so fast.

We'll take care of all that later.
But right now,

I'm taking my ladies to dinner.

That's right. It's on me.

-Steak? You got it.
-Oh.

-Lobster? Coming right up.
-All right.

Nothing is too fancy
for my Atlantic City ladies.

Whoo!

We have got to get a picture here.
This place is fantastic.

-Is that a euphemism for tacky?
-It's chandelierious.

Would it be bad
to order more sour cream?

No. Eat your heart out.
You're on vacation.

Oh! I almost forgot
about Charlotte's present.

-Oh!
-It's tomorrow and I said I didn't--

Relax. I bought it
in the gift shop for $3.99.

- Oh!

Old Maid? Is this supposed to be funny?

Of course, it's supposed to be funny.

Look at you, you couldn't be farther
from an old maid.

I remember her looking a lot older.
She looks about our age now.

Oh, she's had work done.

So, here's where
all the bathing beauties are hiding.

Oh, you flatterer.

Samantha, my poker game is about
to start. Would you like to join me?

Mmm, I don't think so.
I think I'll stay with the girls.

All right.

Hey, Richard, welcome back
to the Taj Mahal. How are you?

I'm very well, Denise. Thank you.

Oh, hello Denise. I... I'm Samantha.
It's a pleasure to meet you.

Well, if you ladies will excuse me,

there are five gentlemen
waiting to take my money.

-I'll walk you out.
-Well, thank you.

That reminds me, I have to pump soon.

Yeah, who picked this breastaurant?

Cleavage is big here.
It's part of the regional charm.

All right. I propose a toast.

To the four of us. May we always--

I think I will join Richard, after all.
Good night.

Ladies, would you like
a souvenir photograph?

-Oh!
- No.

It was supposed to be of the four of us,
and now one of us has a puss on.

Thanks.

When are we gonna go gamble?

Come on. Baby needs a new pair of shoes.

Seven! Winner!

Okay, you won.
Now let's go find Samantha.

But I'm winning.

Well, that's why you should leave now.

I don't wanna leave.

I've been here half an hour
and no one's offered to buy us drinks.

They're free.

Hey, blondie. Blow my dice for luck.

Oh, no no, no,
I don't know how to play the game.

Let her do it.

No, get the hot one.

Yeah, I want you.
You're my lucky blonde. Blow.

All right.

- Okay.
- Same shooter.

I'm still looking
for a five, shooter. Five to stay alive.

-Come on.
- Here we go. Five.

-Oh, my God!
-Fuck, I lost.

Oh.

You just won me 12 grand, blondie.

-What?
-Here.

Oh, my God.

Oh, I can't accept this.

It's yours, Blondie.

Get in the game. Have some fun.

What are you gonna do with that?
You gonna gamble it?

It's $1,000!

"The hot one." Did you hear that?

It could be a lot more.
I could coach you.

"Lucky blonde." So sexist.

It's found money.
What have you got to lose?

$1,000, and that would
not make me happy.

What would make all of us happy,
I believe,

is to go see ZZ Top
in the Magic Carpet room.

-I think I'm gonna pass.

I've got pay-per-view
and a frozen Milky Way

waiting up for me in my room.

What? A minute ago,
you were bouncing off the walls.

This is what I'm like nowadays.

I stop for a minute, I have to lie down.
Good night.

What...

You can't go to sleep!

In five minutes,
Charlotte turns 35 again!

Good night!

Charlotte went to sleep
that night

with a $1, 000-chip on her shoulder.

As a rule,
the easier a game is to understand,

the greater the house edge,
and roulette is no exception.

The house edge on all bets
is 1/19 or 5.26%,

except for a 0-00-1-2-3 combination.

Which carries a house edge of 7.89%.

People go to casinos for
the same reason they go on blind dates,

hoping to hit the jackpot.

But mostly, you just wind up broke
or alone in a bar.

If we know the house always wins,

why gamble?

The next morning,

Richard and Samantha awoke
in the comfort of the Kublai Khan Suite.

How long do you think you'll be off
with the girls?

Oh, all day probably.
What are your plans?

-I haven't decided yet.

Oh. I'm sorry to interrupt, Richard.

It's not a problem, Terry.

Apparently, there were
no old maids at the Taj Mahal.

Terry, was it?

That ought to be easy to remember.
Terry, with her terrycloth towels.

Samantha had
the distinct feeling,

she was being Kublai-conned.

Thank you.

Samantha, you're not actually jealous
of a casino cleaning lady, are you?

No.

I just find it impressive that you seem
to know the name and cup size

of every woman who works here.

I know the male employees' names
as well.

Doesn't mean I'm gonna sleep with them.
Aren't you keeping the girls waiting?

Hi.

I'm Samantha.

Can I get you some towels?

A chocolate for your pillow?

A blow job?

Yes, but not necessarily in that order.

Meanwhile,
Charlotte's encore 35th birthday

was off to a running start.

There she was, an old maid.

And it wasn't funny.

Three hours later, I was still waiting
for our foursome to come together.

Here we go. This is the spin.

Yes, you're quite the spinster.

Hi. I'm sorry I'm late.

I've been fucking Richard
for the past three hours.

-I think he's all fucked out now.
-Is he still breathing?

It was defensive fucking.
I had no choice.

There are cheap-looking whores
flying at him from every direction here.

There she was,
Miss Atlantic Slutty.

Charlotte, are you in there?

No, but I think Harlot is.

I didn't like any of the clothes
that I packed,

so, I just picked something up
at one of the casino shops.

Those are for women who have lost
all their money and have to turn tricks.

-Does this gal gamble?
-Yeah!

Okay, let's go.

No wonder the house always wins.
These guys are smothered in breasts.

I don't know what I was thinking

bringing a cheating man
to Atlantic Titty.

Put your bets down.

-Hey, what you doing down there, huh?
-Oh, it's the pearl thong.

It's good for foreplay.
Not so good for post-play.

All bets in?

Whoa! You bet it all?

You gotta play big if you wanna win big.

Ma'am, would you like a hit?

-Over.
-Well, we just lost big.

It's all part of the fun.

We're gonna need your chip.

-Who, me?
-You're sitting on $1,000.

Don't make me hit the ATM again.

Haven't we lost enough?

-We're just getting started.
-You playing this hand, or what?

Ladies, if you're not gonna play,
you have to give up your seats.

-Okay--
-No, it's okay, sir, we're leaving.

But, would...
would you mind taking our picture first?

Oh, wait, I need lipstick.

I'm not allowed to do that, ma'am.

Jesus Christ, it's not Disneyland.

Hey, Red, move your fat ass!

What did you just say to her?

Who the hell do you think you are?

-Oh, fuck you.
-Yeah, get in the game or get out.

Guys, guys, let's go. It's okay.

No, it is most certainly not okay.

Listen, you big jerk,
her ass isn't normally this big.

Yes. Thank you, I almost forgot.

My ass is fat because I just had a baby,
you asshole!

What's your excuse?

Yeah. You having triplets?

Come on, let's go.

The Lennox Lewis match
sold out that night.

But our heavyweight fight,
caused a bigger stir.

Guys, I think I'm gonna go upstairs.

Oh, come on, they're just idiots.
Don't go.

I'm tired. I'm sorry, Charlotte.

-Happy birthday.
-No, please stay.

Come on, you can have my chip!

-Ah, it's Richard.

Hello. Uh-huh. Really?

-Do you think I should go talk to her?
-No, I think she'll be all right.

Sure, I'll go
with one of the girls. Ciao.

He had a sudden conference call
and he can't go to the fight.

"Go with the girls." Right.

So he can stay in the room
and get serviced by room service.

We'll see about that.

Oh!

Shit! Shit!

Whoa!

[fire alarm ringing]

Under other circumstances,
running stairs in a pearl thong

would have been Samantha's idea
of a good time.

But by the eighth floor,

somewhere between pissed off
and getting off,

she had to take it off.

Yes, thank you, I will.

No one's here?

No one's here?

What's going on?

I can't do this anymore.

That's what's going on.

I just ran up 11 flights of stairs,

because I was sure that you were up here
fucking someone else.

-As you can see, I'm not.
-Right now.

Right now, you're not.
But you were, and you will again.

And I can't spend my life running up
and down stairs wondering when.

I thought I could handle this,
but I can't.

I'm too old.

I'm 37, after all.

I told you I'd do my best
never to hurt you again, and I meant it.

Right. Your best.

Samantha, I love you.

I love you too, Richard.

But I love me more.

And there,
high above the casino,

Samantha pulled her highest bet,
her heart, off the table.

And just when Samantha thought
she might have folded too soon...

Okay, one drink here
and then we should see the boardwalk

-before it gets too dark.
-Okay.

-Okay.
-Hey, hey. Can we buy you a drink?

Yeah, better,
would you like to sit down?

-Oh, no, we're fine.
-That would be nice.

So, you having a good time?

Yes, actually, today is my birthday.

- Oh.
-Oh. Now it's your birthday.

Well, happy birthday.

-Ah, yeah.
-So, what are your names?

Uh-huh. Can you just... One second?

What is the point of this?

I thought you wanted a drink.

Can I please have a word
with you, alone?

Sure.

-Okay.
-We'll be right back.

It's Charlotte.

-The one in black's cute, right?
-Yeah, I didn't leave Manhattan

to have a double date with two guys
we'll never see again.

You don't know that.
You didn't even talk to them.

I don't want to talk to them.

I would rather have
a real conversation with you.

Can't we just have one drink?

-Oh, come on.
-It might be fun.

Come on, let's go.

They're gone.

Oh. Ha.

Well, problem solved.

Twenty minutes later,

we were out of the dark
and into the light.

Isn't this amazing?
It's like a postcard from the '20s.

We couldn't have had one drink?
What's the harm in having one drink?

I can't believe
you're still upset about that.

What role did you think those guys
were gonna play in our lives?

-Who knows? We might have hit it off.
-Oh, come on.

Let's look at the odds, realistically.

How many guys
do we ever hit it off with?

Very few, and even if we do,
those relationships don't last.

And even if they did, men die first,
so we're right back where we started.

I say, we skip all the drama

and just enjoy each other's company.

Now.

But I don't want to skip all the drama.

That's life, that's everything,
that's relationships,

and anniversaries, and kids.

And I want all that,
in addition to my friends.

Well, that sounds wonderful,
but don't bank on it happening.

You must be getting cold.
I'll meet you at the hotel.

I'm gonna get some saltwater taffy.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah, I'm dying for it.

Watch the tram car, please.

Watch the tram car, please.

By my fifth piece
of peppermint taffy, I realized

maybe I wasn't banking on my friends.

I was hiding in them.

Are you ready for a swim?

Got your bathing suit on under there?

Oh, yeah. It's a bikini. You'll love it.

I was kind of hoping for a skinny-dip.

You know there's nothing skinny
about either of us.

Should we go back?

In a minute. It's almost sunset.

You and your pink sky.

Then again, maybe there are
some things worth gambling on.

Back inside, I had a thought.

To hit the jackpot in the future,

you might have to bet
on where you are in the present.

Ladies and gentlemen,
place your bets.

What happens after 36?

I don't know.
I guess you fall off the table.

All right, no more bets.
Here we go.

Twenty-nine!

The winner is...

Number 29!

Well...

I can't believe
you gambled all that money away.

We could be in a limo right now.

You told me to.

I thought we were taking the jet.

You couldn't have broken up
with him tomorrow?

What, and lose my dignity?

Don't let me have any more of these.

Anyone up for playing Old Maid?

Aren't we?

-I'm in.
-I'm in.

Ooh, wait, wait, wait.

-Oh, my God!
-No!

-Excuse me.
-Hmm.

-Would you mind taking our picture?
-Mmm-hmm.

-Thank you.
-Yeah, this is a moment

we're gonna want to remember.

Turns out, it was.