All language subtitles for sex and the city s06e17

When it gets cold outside,
New Yorkers head inside,

and look for ways to generate heat.

Hey.
Watch those hands, mister.

They are cold, and you are warm, so...

- People are looking.
-No one is looking.

Petrovsky.

Hey, hi.

Seated at the star table, I see.

Where else would I be?

-Come and join us.
-No, we wouldn't wanna...

-Yes, come.
-You saved our lives.

Ten thousand restaurants
in New York and everyone's at Pastis.

Introductions.

This is John Paul Sandal,

-the most fantastic painter in New York.
-Hi.

-I'm not paying for lunch.

-You know my assistant Lee.
-Yes, hi.

Audra Clark, she's the editor of
Artlife magazine.

-Carrie Bradshaw.
-Hi.

Handsome Lee has just informed us
of your upcoming show in Paris.

Congratulations.

Yeah, right, a solo exhibit at the
Galerie Nationale du Jeu de Paume.

Just another day.

You are so full of shit.

I never said I wasn't.

It's your first new exhibit in what,
four years?

Six.

Well, the world is waiting with breath
that is baited.

We need menus and a wine list.

So, how are they?

The oysters are very good.

No, his pieces.

Oh, um, I don't know.
I haven't seen them yet.

-Are you an artist as well?
-No, I'm a writer.

Novels?

No, I write a column for a newspaper.

-The Times?
-The New York Star.

It's very good column
about women, men, and sex.

Very smart, and very funny.

I'm sure.

You're not sure, you're snide.

-May I borrow your newspaper?
-No, no, what are you... Oh.

Let's see.

"It's my belief that the last time
anyone actually enjoyed the 69 position

was in 1969."

I think it's funny.

That wasn't one of my smartest ones.

And further uptown,
Charlotte didn't mind the cold.

She had a new puppy love
to keep her warm.

That is the most
precious little thing.

-Thank you.
-What's her name?

-Elizabeth Taylor.
-Oh!

That is the fourth person
to stop and gush.

I swear that dog's getting
cruised more than me,

and we're on the corner of gay and gay.

She loves the attention, doesn't she?
Look how she prances along.

-Do you see her prancing?
-Yes, she's very prancy.

She was a show dog, you know.
She even competed at Westminster.

Did she ever win anything?

Well, no, but I think that was only
because her last owner

wasn't very supportive.

I think she misses the competition.

-See how she's showing off.
-She's a freaking attention whore.

-Cute dog.
-Thank you.

I'm thinking of re-entering her.

I think with my love
and a little encouragement,

she could actually win.
What do you think?

What the hell, do it.

Nobody puts baby in the corner.

Dirty Dancing, hello?

And over in Brooklyn,
someone was not feeling so prancy.

-Hey.

Man, your face is freezing.

I had to walk all the way
from the subway in these heels.

My feet are killing me.

Why didn't you just carry 'em and wear
sneakers like everyone else?

Stop.

You can take me out of Manhattan,
but you can't take me out of my shoes.

Then stop complaining about them.

You're right. I have much bigger things
to complain about.

Did you get a chance to install
my DSL line today?

I was putting up sheetrock
in Brady's room.

Steve, you know I can't live
without internet access.

You want your kid to live without walls?

Here. This ought to cheer you up.

The Pony Express finally got
our address right.

-We have mail?
-Yeah.

My Tattle Tale came.

Finally, a connection to the real world.

I can't believe that you read that crap.

I love it, it's my thing. Let it go.

-Oh, Magda and Brady--
-I'm reading this, you no longer exist.

That night, over at the only
restaurant that seemed to exist...

Oh, there's Samantha's boyfriend, Smith.

-Oh, where?
-Star table, let's say hello.

I'm nervous.

He's so unbelievably hot
in that Gus Van Sant movie.

But can he pull off
a fuchsia Ozwald Boateng shirt?

Hi, sorry to interrupt.

We've met before.
We're friends of Samantha's.

I hear she's a wonderful woman.

Oh, my God, that's a good look for you.

It's very Jefferson Starship.

Well, I decided to turn a little
hair loss into a lot of hair gain.

Oh, you're getting wiggy with it.

Come on.
Jam in here right next to me.

Oh, we don't wanna disturb.

Are you kidding?
Any friend of Samantha's.

Okay.

This is my boyfriend Marcus.
Marcus, Smith Jerrod.

Oh, whatever you're drinking,
looks yummy.

Smith Jerrod. Gah... All right.

How you doing, boss?

Dude, my girl loves you.

-You gotta let me get a picture.
-Only if you get my friends here.

All right.

I heard that Aleksandr Petrovsky
is having a solo show in Paris.

Don't believe everything you hear.

It's exciting, tell me about your show.

Why would I want to talk about my work

when I have you in bed with me?

Because I want to know about it,
'cause it's important to you.

This is what's important to me.

Hmm.

-I'm serious, come on.
-So am I.

Very serious.

I just... I wanna know more about
what you do.

If for no other reason,
than I would like to avoid

having this face in restaurants.

I prefer keeping my work
and my private life separate.

All this art talk,
it's so fucking boring.

It wouldn't be to me.

Then you're an exception to the rule.

Well...

then if you're not going to tell me
about the Gallery National de blah blah,

then I need to get serious
about my busy day.

Oh, don't go.

-I have many, many...
-Oh, schedule. You're so New York.

Stay here, do nothing, get in trouble.

-Be spontaneous.

But I'm meeting people for things.

It's cold out there.
Stay here where it's warm.

Samantha, I don't know
how to tell you this,

but I was reading my Tattle Tale
and there's a picture of Smith.

Miranda, what in the world are you doing
reading something like that?

-I love it, it's my thing. Let it go.
-Oh, Smith is always in that rag.

Yeah, but this time, he's gay.

Oh, "Boysss Night Out."

"Smith Jerrod cozies up
to Broadway dancer,

Marcus Adant, and unidentified
older gay gentleman."

Oh, poor Stanford.

-Smith is not gay.
-Of course not.

So, this makes you his beard.

-I'm a beard in a wig.
- You're not upset?

Oh, please, after the big C,
you don't sweat the small stuff.

And besides, once the gay rumors start,
it means you're really a star.

-Hello.
-Hi, sweetie, it's me.

Carrie, where are you?

Oh, bad news,
I don't think I'm gonna make it.

You can't come? Are you okay?

No, I'm fine.
I'm just, you know,

I'm just all the way downtown
with the Russian and it's very cold out.

She's still downtown and it's too cold.

Well, you know,
we haven't seen you in forever and...

Oh, I have news.

Elizabeth Taylor is going to be
in a dog show.

-My Elizabeth Taylor.
-Oh. Congratulations.

And Miranda wants to really talk to you.
And Smith is gay.

What do you mean you're not coming?

Smith is gay?

Don't try to change the subject.
I came in all the way in from Brooklyn.

Oh, who are you kidding.

You'd use any excuse
to come in the city.

You owe me a trip to Brooklyn.

Carrie, we're fine. Everything's fine.

Smith is not gay.

It's too cold to leave the house.
You stay downtown with your hot man.

Okay.

Ah.

Which is exactly what I did.
For the next four days.

Oh, my.

With my column tragically overdue,

I finally left the Russian's
warm apartment.

Oh, good God.

And came home to the tropics.

When you've been spending
all your time in your new world,

it's easy to forget that there might be
people trying to reach you

from your old world.

Hey, kid, how's it going?

We just put our new Cabernet to bed.

Made me think of you.

Give me a call.

Saturday, 10:00 p.m.

Playing hard to get, huh?

Called your cell,
but I think I copied the number wrong.

Unless you're a ticked off guy
named Paco.

Hey, I wanna talk to you, call me.

Monday, 2:00 p.m.

Carrie, it's me. Again.

Listen, uh, did I do something
to tick you off?

If I did,
call me and I'll apologize. Okay?

Okay.

Wednesday, 8:00 p.m.

Deleted. Deleted. Deleted.

I deleted Big.

-You deleted Big?
-Yep.

Did you call him to tell him
you deleted him?

-Nope.
-Wow, that's new.

Delete, delete, delete.
Three messages last week.

-What do you think he was calling about?
-Don't know.

And for the first time,
don't really care.

After his last trip, I finally got it.
What's the point?

Things are serious with the Russian.

Really? That's great.

It's just so different and so...

What?

It's grown up.
There's not a lot of fuss,

there's no confusion about how he feels
about me, he tells me all the time.

Unlike answering machine
up there in Napa.

-Sounds perfect.
-Yeah.

-There's just one thing.
-Thank God.

I was beginning to feel bad
about Steve and me.

What's the thing?

Well,

we don't really have anything
in common but each other.

We're not really involved
in each other's lives.

He never shares anything about his work.

I don't talk to Steve about my work.

-And he doesn't mind?
-I think he prefers it that way.

But you guys share everything else.

Because we're in Brooklyn.
There's no one else to talk to.

Besides, Carrie,
every couple's different.

Yeah, I guess I just had this idea
about a couple sharing everything.

At least their passions.

You want passions on top of passion?

Hey, Carrie, welcome back.

You see the new walls?
Nice progress, huh?

-I'll say. It's really coming together.
-What's all that?

Oh, I stopped off and picked up
some dessert for you ladies.

Brooklyn's finest,
we have cheese cake,

and cannolis.

What a delightful borough.

I'll put this stuff out in the kitchen.

I love having your friends over.

I want you to meet him, my Russian.

Can't wait.

That log is really
heating up the joint, huh?

Good morning.

All night again?

How's the work going?

It was clear from his silence
we weren't having

passions on top of passions
for breakfast.

Hey, what are you doing Sunday night?

I have no idea, why?

Well, I was thinking since I met
some of your friends the other day,

maybe you could meet some of my friends.

Those people were my colleagues,
not my friends.

My friends are mostly in Europe.

Well, my friends are here.
And they're fantastic.

Then on Sunday, I'll be happy
to meet your fantastic friends.

Oh goody.

And FYI, you have
a friend in New York, me.

You're not my friend, you're my lover.

And that is a much better thing.

Mmm. Come to bed.

Oh, no, no, no. I have to go home.

I have to write my column.
I can't turn it in late again.

Work here.

I can't, my computer's at home.

I have a computer very good
for writing columns.

You would let me use
your fancy computer?

Mmm-hmm.

In exchange for one hour in bed.

Okay.

They say that opposites attract,
but they never say for how long.

Should the relationship-savvy person
stoke the fires of passion

with the kindling of work and friends

or should we simply be satisfied
with the romance that sizzles?

I couldn't help but wonder.

Without sharing your worlds,

can even the hottest relationship
stop cold?

-Um...

Meanwhile, Samantha was about to
hear the hottest rumor

from the city's hottest rumor mill.

Two young PR girls.

Did you see that picture
of Smith Jerrod online?

I can't believe he's gay.

No one that good-looking
is ever straight.

I thought he was dating Samantha Jones.

All this time, I thought she had
the hottest sex life in New York City.

Turns out she's just a fag hag.

And that stopped Samantha cold.

And here comes
the hound group.

This is a beautiful group.

There's the Pharaoh Hound champion
Eleanor Pendragon,

four-time Best in Show winner.

And take a look at that outfit.

Everyone's talking about me.

In the blink of a tabloid,
I went from Demi to Liza.

At least people know who you are.

"Unidentified older gay gentleman."

Marcus got three auditions
off that picture.

I got outed.

Oh, poor Stanny.

How can they just assume I'm gay?

Okay, I've got ten bucks on
Lord Reginald the Fourth down there.

-Any takers?
-Oh, you are a good friend.

All the way from Brooklyn to see
a bunch of dogs run in a circle.

She came to watch my baby get baptized,
I came to watch her baby get judged.

I almost didn't show my face. "Fag hag."

There go years and years of
fucking everything that walks.

I thought you weren't gonna
sweat the small stuff.

Look, I can't have cancer
and be a fag hag.

Hey, you guys want to have drinks
with the Russian tomorrow night?

-Sure.
-Oh, I'm in.

Me, too.

Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry.
It's just the girls this time.

Oh, what am I now?
Your unidentified older gay friend?

You'll be in the next round, I promise.

Okay, I gotta go backstage
and check on the little mother.

Well, take your time.

We've still got sporting
and working and toy. Oh my.

This was not the type of blow job
I was hoping for today.

She looks so pretty. Yes, she does.

Did you see how impressed
the host committee was?

I really think she has a chance.

You know, you think
with all these faggy little dogs,

there'd be at least
one horny circuit muscle gay here.

No, nothing but boxy thick-legged ladies
and tweedy old queens.

Shh.

-Char.
-Hmm?

Did you cut yourself with the scissors?

There are drops of blood here.

Wait, it's coming from her.

-No. Don't tell me.
-Oh no, she's in heat.

-Hey, how's it--

-What's wrong?
-The freaking dog just got her period.

-Excuse me?
-Oh, yeah, Aunt Flo's in doggy town.

-Show over.
- Don't say that.

We can still compete.

I once won a junior gymnastics meet
when I had mine.

It's a dog.

What are you gonna do? Run around
looking for a teeny tiny tampon?

You're right, it's not funny.

I'm a woman. I should know better.

Trouble. Elizabeth Taylor
just got her period.

-What?
-Mmm-hmm.

Backstage. That time of the month.

I thought she looked a little bloated.

And she was so bitchy earlier.

And here come the toy dogs.

Many viewers don't realize
that these little dogs can actually

be a lot harder to care for
than ones ten times their size.

Grooming a Yorkie or a Pomeranian
like Champion Philip Turner

can take up to three hours a go.

Gait is important for this group,

and the King Charles Spaniel
is moving nicely.

Next to her is the Shih Tzu,
and there's the Maltese

followed by Miniature Pinscher
champion Big Bark Little Bite.

The judges narrowed it down
to the Toy Poodle,

champion Diamond Pico,
the Shih Tzu, champion Yurosaki,

the Pomeranian,
champion Justine Greystoke,

and the King Charles Spaniel,
Elizabeth Taylor.

Come on, Elizabeth Taylor. Woo!

Charlotte was
a dog show natural.

Thanks to her blue blood background.

Let me see the move.

And speaking of blood...

The judge is examining
the dogs' gaits one more time

before he makes his decision.

Okay, Elizabeth.

-One.

It's the King Charles
Spaniel, followed by the Shih Tzu,

-the Pomeranian, and the Toy Poodle.
-That's my friend.

All the dogs were champions,

but to the judge,
Charlotte was the best in show.

Period.

Samantha Jones, I thought that was you.

Tom, what are you doing here?

I handle the press
for this tacky thing.

Oh.

Listen, could I get
Smith Jerrod's number?

Tom, no. I'm fucking him.

Sure you are.

I'm a laughingstock.
I have got to put a stop to this.

And from dog show
to doggy show...

Are you sure you wanna do this?

It worked for Paris Hilton.

I need to set
the record straight, literally.

But I don't care
if people think I'm gay.

This isn't about you.

Now, when we get going,
make sure to say,

"Samantha Jones,
you are one hot piece of ass.

I could fuck you all night long,
Samantha Jones."

How are you going to get this around?

I'm a PR pro. I know exactly
whose hands to drop this into.

The very next day, two PR girls
got an anonymous triple X from FedEx.

- Go get it!

You have to come next time,
she was so happy.

You know what would make her happy?
Letting her off that show leash.

Oh, no, I don't think so.
What if she gets hurt?

Come on, honey. Give her a little
victory lap on her own.

You're right. Okay, Elizabeth. Go play.

Oh, look, she made a little friend,
isn't that sweet?

Oh, oh, no. No, stop, stop that.

She's a blue ribbon winner, stop.

Stop it. Honey, go.
Do something, Harry. Hurry.

-Stop it. She's in heat.
-Stay away.

No, stop it, get off.
Get off Elizabeth Taylor.

Watch out. More coming, honey. Oh!

Watch out for the big one.

- Hey, hey, hey, shoo!
-Oh!

Elizabeth Taylor got gangbanged
in the park?

Oh, God, that is so '80s.

There we were at Asia de Cuba
waiting for my lover de Russia.

-Oh!

Hi, where are you?

Seriously, I could not believe
how many dogs she was with.

It was disgusting, my sweet little girl.

Well, I think she's a woman now.

-Oh, really?

No, no, I understand.

Oh, okay, I will.

Okay.

-Yeah, he's not gonna make it.
-Ah, that's too bad.

Is he okay?

Yeah. No, he's just in the middle of
something at his studio.

-He can't stop right now.
-I understand.

If he's feeling inspired
then he shouldn't stop.

He's getting ready for this big exhibit
at some Paris museum.

He's been staying up nights.

Oh, I'm disappointed.
I wanted you guys to meet him.

Another time.

Compliments of Mr. Petrovksy
with sincere apologies.

Aw.

Hey, you know what,
why don't we finish these off,

crack this open, give him some time
and then go over there and say hello.

Oh, honey, you sure
you want to disturb him?

Yeah, yeah, we'll just go say hi.

He's always telling me
to be more spontaneous.

A couple cocktails
and a bottle of champagne later...

Eighth floor, Lingerie.

-Uh, apartment, studio.
- Ah, oh.

-He has the whole floor.
-Ooh.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Sister's got to get ready.

-Hello?

Oh! Hi, hi.

-What are you doing?
-I'm being spontaneous.

I told you I was working.

I know, but I just wanted
my friends to meet you.

Well, Charlotte, you've met.

But, this is Miranda and Samantha,
a.k.a. Foxy Brown.

-Hello.
-Hello.

And I wanted them to see the house.

When I say I'm working,
I'm working, okay?

I'm sorry, guys, I'm very, very busy,
but please do stay.

Enjoy the apartment,
we'll meet one day, all right?

Sorry...

Oh.

I'm sorry, I thought...

-It's fine.
-He's working.

Oh, do you guys still want to
see the apartment?

Well, it's late.
I should get back to Brooklyn

before Steve thinks I've defected.

Another time.
Foxy's ready to hang up her wig.

Do you wanna come share
a cab with me uptown?

Oh, no, no, I'm think I'm gonna stay.

-Okay, nighty night.
-Okay, sleep tight.

Bye.

Bye.

-I am so glad to be home.
-You are?

I love you for loving my friends.

And I love you for no walls,
and cheese cake, cannoli.

Well, if you love me for that stuff,
what's gonna happen now?

-I put in your DSL line.

Steve.

And although Steve
had satisfied Miranda,

she still wanted more.

Samantha Jones,
you're one hot piece of ass.

Yes.

I'd fuck you all night long,
Samantha Jones.

Samantha's hot tape cooled
Miranda's love of gossip for good.

Or at least for now.

And try as I might,

I could not forget the Russian's
icy treatment of my friends.

Hey, I need to talk to you.

Uh, I know that you're busy,
but those were my...

Is something...

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

No, you are not fine.

Did something happen with... the piece?

Hey, come on, talk to me.

What if it's not enough, huh?

All these pieces,

six years.

It's going to be enough.

It's true I don't know anything
about the piece but...

you are brilliant.

"The world is waiting with breath
that is baited."

Oh, she's just an uptight bitch.

Well, that's better.

You're a little scary.

So, talk to me, what's the problem?

I may not understand, but...
But I'll listen.

Well...

Yesterday I looked up,

and the entire thing
looked so utterly stupid

and flat and needless and childish...

It's a cold hard fact.

Sometimes, there's not enough time
in a night for both your worlds.

I'm only afraid of one monster

Not at all what I hoped...

I stand illuminated...