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All you need is salt and pepper

because a great piece

of meat like this

should taste of meat

and really not a whole lot else.

So, I thought we would make
some mashed potatoes with this

- Why do you like cooking shows?
- but I like to do 50% celery root.

- No idea.
- Do you cook?

Nope.

Just watch the shows.

Yep.

What about you? Do you cook?

I always think I'm going to,
but I never really do.

No.

Well, a piece of salmon,
here and there.

No, that's about it.

Well, salmon's something.

It is. Thank you for that.

- Salmon hard to cook?
- Brutal.

Yeah, looks it.

Many years ago

I thought I would start
poaching eggs.

I liked the idea

of eating them in the morning
on little toast points

like royalty, you know? But...

yeah, didn't follow through.

Why?

You know, I was 30

too busy to slow my roll

- for a three-minute egg.
- Yeah.

Well, I support
that poached-egg dream.

It's not too late. I mean,
you got the three minutes.

I do.

Come on, baby.

And here we go.

Good morning.

Did you get the caviar I sent you?

Golly, I get so much caviar
sent to me

I don't know which is yours.

The expensive one.

Oh, then, I got it.
Totally unnecessary.

Oh, I disagree, babe.

It is not everyday someone makes you
their plus-one to the Met Ball.

I mean, all those years
I've resented those chic bitches

just posing on those stairs

and now I'm gonna be one of them.

Oh, Seema, those stairs
are only for celebrities.

Real people like us
have a different entrance.

I don't care if I have to squeeze
in through a doggie door

it's the Met Ball, and I'm going.

But who am I wearing?

You're wearing that young,
new designer

LTW's in custom Valentino

so I'm sure Charlotte will bring it.

Oh, can you hold on a second?

I'd call Tom Ford

but I sold his apartment last year
and did not get his asking.

Hello?

It's Charlotte!

Oh, hi. Come... Come on up.

- Listen, I gotta go, okay?
- I'm just so excited.

- Buh-bye.
- Okay, I'm outta here.

Don't you want an egg?

- No time.
- Right.

'Cause I ruined the first two.

Hang in there.

Oh, that's...
that's my friend, Charlotte.

I don't know why she's here.

You wanna open the door and find out?

Oh, right.

Hi! Is it too early?

I just got my sketch
on my Met Ball dress.

Charlotte Goldenblatt,
this is Franklyn Silvias.

He's just leaving.

Franklyn, this is Charlotte.
She's just arriving.

And I'm Carrie Bradshaw.

I'll be your host and MC
for about the next 30 seconds.

- And who's this?
- Oh, this is Richard Burton.

I had to carry him up the stairs
because bulldogs have weak hind legs.

Oh, but great faces.

Well, I'll see you Thursday at work.

Yeah. Thursday.

- All right.
- Okay, bye.

- Who?
- He's my podcast producer.

- What?
- Do you wanna put Mr. Burton down?

- Who?
- Your dog.

Here, have a seat. I'm making
poached eggs with caviar.

- What?
- Yep.

I've repurposed my kitchen.

Did you know that stoves
aren't just for storage?

Oh, my god. Look at that.

I just saw the final cut.

But let's start with the montage
with the judicial OG

Constance Baker Motley. Yeah.

Mama, listen to me recite
my French poem.

I gotta go, Alice. Poetry emergency.

I'll send the file
with my Act One edits before I leave.

Okay, bye. Fais-le.

La Cigale et La Fourmi
par Jean de La Fontaine.

- Ma.
- La cigale ayant chanté...

Hey, Ma, where's my lacrosse stick?

Hall closet on the left side.
Did you brush your teeth?

- Yeah.
- Breath.

Good.

...Tout lété,
Se trouva fort dépourvue...

Mom, you never signed
my permission slip

for the robotics competition.

I sent it in yesterday.
Did you brush your teeth?

- Yeah.
- Breath.

- Good.
- Quand la bise fut venue...

- Honey.
- Yes?

Did my Morehouse tie make it home
from the cleaners?

I don't know. Why don't you ask
the other 50 ties in your closet?

Sarcasm for breakfast.

Well, it's lunchtime for me.

I've been up since four
working on my edit.

I know you have.

But I missed you this morning.

I missed you yesterday morning.
Did you miss me?

So much.

But right now
I have to send this e-mail

get the children to school,
head downtown

and dazzle the Walker Foundation

to get this other 25 grand
to finish my doc.

Oh, but other than that

it is all about missing you, okay?

And your missing tie.

Okay, you're working too hard.

Why don't you cancel this meeting
and let me write you a check?

Well, that is a very generous offer

but considering I am a grown woman

with an MFA in film
and two docs under my belt

I think I can rely on myself
to secure the financing.

Loud and clear.

And later this evening,
it will be louder and clearer.

Let's go, Gabrielle.

Au revoir, big swinging checkbook.

Okay, go ahead.

We... we kissed in the elevator
three weeks ago at work

and wound up back at my place.

I am so, so happy for you, Carrie!
Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't tell anyone.

And don't do the Charlotte thing.
Don't make us into a happy couple.

It's sex, a cooking show,
a sleepover every Thursday

and it's great. The end.

Okay. How big is his dick?

I'm not allowed to be me,
so I'm gonna be Samantha.

Okay, wait, now,
I'm gonna be Miranda.

- Okay.
- If you sleep with someone at work

you are giving away your power.

I miss Charlotte.

If you see her,
will you tell her that I miss her?

Yes. I'm just surprised.

I mean, it's just kind of unexpected.

Well, you know what?

Life's too short
not to try something new.

Like poaching an egg.

- Hey!
- Hey! How's it going?

Best getaway ever.

The sun, the sex,
the toasted chili salsa.

I feel so alive.

Really? 'Cause it looks like
you're just standing around

in your underwear
in a weird-ass room.

Best standing in my underwear
in a weird-ass room ever!

Che got stuck in a costume fitting
for their TV pilot

so I'm taking their sensory
deprivation tank appointment.

- That doesn't sound like you.
- It's the new me.

Best me ever!

Well, I'm still the old me

sitting on my couch at night
watching Bridgerton knock-offs

waiting for a FaceTime
from my estranged husband on tour.

Well, that's gotta stop now.

Get outta the house.
Take yourself to dinner.

I tried that, Miranda.

It's exhausting explaining
to curious waiters

why their favorite
married couple isn't splitting

their usual cacio è pepe.

Then go somewhere where they
don't know you and Andre Rashad.

Will the B-Train take me to 1996?

'Cause we've been together forever.

All right, I'm done supporting
this pity party

for a brilliant, tenured,
Ivy League professor.

If I can float in the dark,
in a saline solution

you can take yourself out
to dinner alone.

Well, I gotta do something.

I took this online yoga class
this morning

and this yoga instructor told us
to open up and let it flow

and I yelled out,
"Fuck you, Andre Rashad."

I thought I was muted. I wasn't.

I'm no longer welcome
at Brown Yogis United.

And for the standup section

let's drive this around the block.

Okay.

There we go.

That on.

What do you think?

Hey, America, I'm non-binary!

Got it.

Thanks. I appreciate that.

I kinda like the idea
of pulling it all back.

Maybe just, I don't know,
jeans and a t-shirt.

Jeans aren't very forgiving up top.

And you, you need a jacket.

It doesn't have to be this one.

But look at how major it is,
with the blue stripe in the hair.

Why does my hair look like that?

Hey, where's my star?

- They don't like the hair.
- Hey.

Really? ABC loves the look.

Well, it looks hot on you, BD

but, I mean,
I don't have a blue stripe.

And the character's name is Che.

The show's called Che Pasa?
Right? It's... it's me.

No, of course it is. It's just
'cause, you know, I'm the writer

so I thought it'd be
like a fun, little bridge

between you and... and me.

With all due respect, BD...

it's a bridge too far.

They want to just wear a t-shirt.

So no jacket?

Oh, my eye.

Where's that light?

Fuck the new me. Jesus.

- Want some?
- Is there a flavor?

- Lollipop.
- Lollipop.

- Ooh, I'll get that.
- No...

Carrie Bradshaw, it's on me.

And it's not even a fake reach

- like all the other times.
- Are you sure?

Just don't make fun
of my credit card. It's blue.

It's the least I can do.

I mean, you're letting my wife
design your fancy-ass dress.

- Okay...
- It's a big break for Smoke.

No... This is not a favor, okay?

No wife of yours,
no matter how much I love you

would ever be designing my dress

if I didn't think
she was a crazy massive talent

who I wanna wear first.

Aw, you're gonna make me cry.

Smurf National Bank.

Hey, so can you score two more
tickets for Smoke and me?

Jackie, this isn't a Phish
concert, okay?

It's the Met Ball.

Come on! We're cool.

I mean, she's black, and I do
a podcast from my living room.

To be clear, Herbert saying

"You work too hard,
let me write you a check"

translates to,
"Be there for my morning cuddle

and help me find my favorite tie."

Oh, I know!

Harry's all like,
"Get out there babe!

You do everything."

Until one morning,
he doesn't have his everything bagel

and then it's like,
"This house is falling apart!"

Hey! I'm really enjoying listening
to your podcast

Rich People's Problems!

You know you're lucky I'm loaded
with pins and can't move

'cause you don't want me
to come over there.

Lisa, where's your hot designer,
Pierre Paolo?

I want a selfie with him.

Anthony.

- What?
- Is everything all right?

You are my date at Lisa's table.

You are not gonna embarrass me

by asking for selfies
with celebrities at the Met!

Like I was the one that chased
Justin Bieber down that hallway.

- It was for the kids!
- Okay.

My nanny has the stomach flu
and can't pick up Gabrielle.

- Oh, no!
- Ina, I am so sorry.

I promise I won't mess up
any of your hard work.

Just tell him he can make
the train as long as he wants. Bye.

Hi, Gabby, it's Mommy. I'm on my way!

- Love the boobage.
- Ooh, thank you.

Wait til you see the rest.

What are you gonna wear?

- A tux.
- Just a tux?

The theme is "Veiled Beauty."

Well, I'm a veiled threat,
just ask anyone.

I'm so excited. The Met Ball.

God, I love balls.

Okay. Dinner is gonna be
a little late tonight

because after my fitting I had to go
with your Uncle Anthony

to get his tux.

Mom, you've got a big problem.

Like, giant. Enormous. So big.

Rock, stop scaring me. What is it?

Okay.

Dad thinks he's going
with you to the Met.

What? Why would he think that?

No, your daddy hates
these kinda things.

Well, he just came home
all excited about his outfit.

What outfit?

Cheerio, old chaps!

Honey, where'd you get that hat?

It matches yours, right? Am I right?

After I saw your outfit

I went to this guy on Madison Avenue,
and he is hooking me up.

I mean, it's the Met Ball.
I can't just wear a plain old tux.

I... I'm just surprised.
You're so excited.

I never went to my prom, you know?

'Cause I had Epstein Barr
that whole year.

Right. Right.

I'm really looking forward to it!

You, me, Rihanna.

- You, me, and Rihanna!
- Yeah.

Next voice-mail, Franklyn, please.

Coming at you.

This is Chase.

Hi, Carrie.

I'm seeing this guy

and we're having great sex,
but it's casual so far.

How do I know if he'd be open

to taking it to more
of a relationship place?

Okay, bye.

First of all, Relationship Place
is a great name for a restaurant.

Okay, I think, and...

certainly, I'm no expert, but...

if he'd like to go there,
there will be a moment

when he sort of steps
out of the pattern

you are currently both in

and signals to you

that he thinks this relationship
is more than just sex.

Anyway, that's what I think.

I hope that's helpful, listeners.

Okay, who's next?

- Great show.
- Yep. Back at ya.

Oh, and...

a buddy of mine is christening his
new bourbon line at a rooftop party

with some friends Tuesday night.

Might be fun. How about it?

Sure.

Cool.

I mean...

is... is this a strap-on
or a cat toy?

Can we move this along?

I've got a set
at the Comedy Store at 9.00.

This is a lot of work for something

that I don't even know
if I'm philosophically

- or spiritually into.
- Oh, please.

You scream "give me a dick."

Didn't they have a beginner model?

I'm not a beginner.

Okay, you've got at least
ten more minutes of heavy lifting.

I'm gonna take this. It's Carrie.

Backstage Cirque du Soleil,
this is Che.

Say hi for me!

Miranda says hi.

Oh, tell her I said hi.
What's she up to?

Oh, trying to figure out a strap-on.

I withdraw the question.

So, hey, how are you?

Curious. What's Franklyn like?

My Franklyn? He's...

- a chill dude.
- How chill?

Why?

I'm about to take

your and my relationship
to a very personal place.

I just told you Miranda's strapping
on a dick, we're there.

Put her on speaker.

Oh, she wants me
to put you on speaker.

- Put her on speaker.
- Okay. All right.

Okay. I'm sleeping with Franklyn.

Who's Franklyn?

Her podcast producer.

Carrie, if you sleep
with someone at work

you lose your power.

Take her off speaker.

You're out.

- Get back to it.
- All right. All right.

So, you and Franklyn.

- I saw that coming.
- I didn't.

Out of nowhere,
we kissed in the elevator

and now we have sex
every Thursday after the podcast.

- Nice.
- No, it was, until today.

He invited me to a roof party
with his friends

and I said yes.

And that's a bad thing?

I don't wanna take this to the roof.

In fact, I don't wanna take
this to any other level.

I like this level,
Thursday sex after the podcast.

Right. So why did you say
yes to his invite?

I'm pathologically polite.

Okay, but some relationships
are just about sex

and that's the...
that's the primary dynamic.

Which... which is awesome, but

then you have to keep it
in the bedroom and...

And not the roof. Right.

So, back to the original question...

Franklyn, what's he like?

Is he really chill
or is he gonna get, like, you know...

all emotional when I tell him
I only want Thursdays with him?

Carrie, truthfully,
under all that chill, he's a dude

so I have no idea
what's up in that man head.

All right. Thank you then. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Okay.

Hey! What happened to Penis-palooza?

Nah. Show's over.

I'm on Open Table.

How about we get outta here,
grab some dinner

and I come see your set?

I'm still working out
my new material.

Well, maybe... maybe tomorrow night?

Definitely tomorrow night.

See? Dick implied.

Good morning.

My son will be in town
for one day next week.

I want you to meet him.

Really?

I'd like that.

So lunch Monday.

This Monday?

Does it really come down to this?
The man or the Met?

Is the universe really that cruel?

Yes. The universe is a bitch.

- For you.
- Oh, thank you

my purse was exhausted.

Here you are.

Well, you know

you said you wanted your relationship
to move forward, right?

Yes, but this is like
a sudden lurch forward.

I've never even been to his place.
My choice.

But meeting his son
will definitely get you closer.

I'd be meeting his son
and his ex-wife.

She's invited, too.

So, I'll get to see how close
we'll stay after our divorce.

So you can't do both?

Oh, it's a European lunch.

It could take a month.

I mean, if I go to the Met

I'd have to be home
with my glam squad by 2.30.

2.30? I need a month.

You need two minutes.

Fuck! I can't come.

There's just too much on the table.
I'm sorry, Carrie

now you won't have someone gorgeous
to go to the Met Ball with.

What about that gorgeous booty-call
guy Charlotte told me about?

- I never said booty call.
- You have a booty call?

It's not a booty call.
We work together.

So it's an actionable booty call?

She isn't ready to let someone in
in a significant way.

Where'd you get that from?

That's your response? Your...

Okay, I... Sorry,
what is happening with you?

I am having...

"exit out of grief" sex
every Thursday

with a very nice man.

- He is nice, yes.
- Then

he asked me to go out
with his friends on a Tuesday

and I felt like I had to say yes.

- Just don't go.
- Oh, okay. How?

How do I tell him
I don't wanna go out on Tuesday

without seeming like
a "see you next Tuesday."

You're overthinking this.

Men aren't that emotional.
Just tell him you changed your mind.

- He'll handle it.
- Okay.

Last week, I was down on my knees
blowing this cute nurse practitioner

and I feel a tap-tap-tap on my head.

I look up, and he says he thought
he was gonna be into it

- but he changed his mind.
- Oh, my god.

- What did you do next?
- No, "Oh, my god," no drama.

I took it like a man.
I got up, got dressed, went home

ate a box of Fiddle Faddle,
and I'm fine.

Well, tap-tap-tap.

What does that mean?

It means that due to circumstances
beyond my control

I have to take Harry
to the Met Ball instead of you.

- What?
- He already bought a top hat

and he never gotta go to his prom
because he had Epstein Barr.

So? I had Lyme disease
for five months.

Did I throw you from
a speeding car? No!

But we're married.

I can't take my best gay friend
over my husband.

Oh, okay, I didn't know you were
on the Supreme Court.

All right, simmer down, simmer down.

You can be my plus one.

See? Yes! Yes!
You can go with Carrie!

Well... I'll consider it.

Thank you.

Bartender,
I'll have what she's reading.

Such focus.

Must be absorbing.

Well, Skip Gates always is.

But since I'm on
my second glass of Malbec

I'm having a hard time concentrating.

Well, you're finding your roots
over a glass of wine

it's... it's a challenge.

How was your dinner?

It was wonderful.

I'd love to join you
for dessert, but...

But?

You're using your purse as a rampart.

Okay.

It's all right. I think there's

- a hook here somewhere.
- I'll put it right here.

There you go.

I'm Toussaint.

Yes, you are.

- I'm Nya.
- Nya.

Beautiful name.

Have you tried
the molten chocolate cake here?

It will make you see the face of God.

I believe it will.

And I do love chocolate, but...

I'm on kind of a diet.

I didn't know you had to give up
chocolate once you got married.

- You do.
- Really? No wonder I'm still single.

I was too busy looking
in these deep brown eyes

I didn't clock the ring.

My apologies.

I will make sure
your... fortress is secure.

Nice to meet you, Nya.

All right.

You good, ma'am?

I'll have another Malbec.

Oh, man.

I am so lazy in LA.

No one walks anywhere, you know?

It's like yesterday, I took an Uber
from my bathroom to my bedroom.

Yeah. It was way too expensive.

And that is my time.

Thank you so much everybody.
You've been so great. Thank you.

- Hey, my man!
- Hey!

Che Diaz, everybody! Che Diaz!

Yeah!

Out here in LA filming
their TV pilot.

Hey Che, any part for a white guy?

You were so good!

Nope. Don't, don't hug me.

What's wrong?

I just... You surprised me.

I'm at work.

You were so good.

- Hey.
- Hey, Andre, turn on your FaceTime.

We're talking now.
We don't need to FaceTime, babe.

No. No, we do.

I wanna FaceTime with you
'cause I wanna show you something

that's not my face.

Turn it on. Turn it on now.

What's up? Isn't it late there?

I miss you, baby.

And you know what else misses you?

Not my face.

I'm wearing those panties you like.

You know, the ones
with the clit beads.

Nya. No, don't put
the phone down there.

- Nya, stop. Stop!
- I'mma put it down there, baby.

I'm... I'm not alone.

What'd you mean you're not alone?

Who's there with you?

Show me who's there.

Who the hell is that in the hat?

It's not like that, Nye.
That's Heidi, a... a back-up singer.

I'm helping her write songs.

Oh, you're helping Heidi-in-a-hat
write songs in your hotel room?

We're just writing songs.

And it's 9.30 here.

We're fully dressed.

I wish I had known
that we were allowed

to write songs with other people.

Because tonight...

I had the chance to write
a song with a super fine man.

It's not like that.

Feels like it is!

And if right now
was a song I was writing...

it would be a break-up song!

So, goodbye, Andre Rashad

and little miss hipster Heidi!

Fuck around and find out.

Coming!

Hello!

Here we are!

That is a stunning kimono!

Oh, thank you, my...

my friend, Stanford,
sent it to me from Japan.

Come in, come in.

- I...
- This is very exciting.

I'm not worried. We can do this.

Not worried about what?
What can we do?

So, my seamstress has a stomach flu

- so I had to use a new seamstress.
- Oh, no.

Then she also got the stomach flu.

There's a seamstress stomach flu?

It is all over the city.

The seamstresses have the flu,
but I got lattes, y'all.

- But the cape is totally done...
- Totally.

so it's only the dress.

Okay, so what still needs
to be done on the dress?

Oh, the final fit work.

Oh, my god.

- Dude, that's too small.
- I know that, bitch.

Now what?

That new seamstress
totally fucked this up.

- Fucked it up.
- But we have six hours.

I can open up the back.

- Yeah. Take it off.
- Yeah. Open it.

How?

Oh, my god.

Hey, can you check again?

Jackie, just sit the fuck back down!

I told you not
to come out here again!

Makes me nervous! Seriously?

My bad.

Weird.

I smell Franklyn
from the old podcast.

That expensive man perfume
he wears sometimes.

Yeah, he left his jacket here.

But why would Franklyn's jacket
be in your bedroom?

Brah...

Are you and Franklyn dating?

Is he your date to this thing?

That is so adorbs.

Said with no irony at all.

It's not adorbs.

We're not dating.
We just hook up after the podcast.

So you're not taking him to this?

No, it's not like that.

We're... we're not a couple.

Does he know that?
'Cause men are dumb.

It's just sex.

Carrie Bradshaw,
the world has changed

since you've been out there, okay?

It's not all right
to objectify people anymore.

Men have feelings, too.

So to sum it up...

men are dumb with feelings.

Exactly.

- Gotcha.
- Yeah.

How's it going?

- I still have four hours. Yeah.
- Yeah.

The Colosseum.

Brady and Louisa look so cute.

I'm... I'm kinda learning my lines.

You're acting like a...

You're acting like...

You're acting like...

Something is different.

You don't want me to hold you lately.

Is there something
you're not telling me?

Yeah.

Okay. I...

I have something
that I've been afraid to tell you

because of how you'll feel
about me after.

Okay.

I'm on a diet.

What?

The costume department said
that my belly hangs over my jeans.

And that's... that's why
I keep pushing your arms away.

I was afraid to tell you 'cause...

I don't want you to think of me
as this person.

Fuck!

God, after everything
I've been through

I let this bullshit still get to me.

Can I hold you?

Okay.

Can I tell you something
that I was afraid to tell you?

I thought that you thought that
our relationship was just sexual

and I made a mistake coming to LA
and taking it outta the bedroom.

No, it was about the jeans.

Che...

you are the most beautiful person
I have ever seen.

You know what?

What?

I am the most beautiful person
you've ever seen.

So fuck TV.

- Let's get a pizza.
- Yeah.

But thin crust, right?

You bitch.

Hey. It's Carrie. You got a minute?

Sure. What's up?

Well, in case you were worried...

you left your jacket here.

Okay, well...

I'll pick it up
when I get you on Tuesday.

Also...

I've changed my mind about
the bourbon roof party on Tuesday.

Is it the bourbon or the roof?

It's the Tuesday.

I think I'm only ready
for Thursdays with us.

Got it.

You're not ready to book
a table at Relationship Place.

Yeah.

But I'm really happy
with the take-out

if you're okay with that.

Thursdays it is.

Okay. Bye.

It's us!

That'd be hair and makeup.

How's it coming?

Do you have a Band-Aid?

Oh, my god.

I can't even imagine the headspace

you have to get in
to go to work every day.

Yeah, my job is a lot of pressure.

But then, so is yours, right?

Actually, I think real estate may be
a little more stressful, Cyril.

You only risk your life
deactivating explosives

whereas, I have to take pretentious
New Yorkers out to lunch.

Big shot and I are going for a smoke.

Victoire will get the check

and then we'll go to Brooklyn
for baklavas.

I'm not a fan of baklava or Brooklyn.

So, Victoire...

when is the last time
you saw each other?

This morning. At home.

No, sorry. I meant Zed.

Yes. This morning at home.

He's still living in my house.

- Oh, okay.
- Sorry.

- Thank you.
- We'll put that here.

Hi, Seema. How's lunch?

I'm coming.
He still lives with his ex-wife.

I may be 20 minutes late.

Well, I may be a day late. I'm...

I'm having a bit of a dress issue.

- Sorry about that.
- No... it's okay. It's okay.

I'll just...
I'll keep you posted, okay?

Okay, babe.

Don't get out Rocco, no time.

What's up, boss? Where are you going?

To my home...

which I don't live in
with my ex-wife.

She has the top two floors,
I'm on the first.

- Separate entrance.
- Well, this feels like a mess

and I'm not missing the Met
for a mess.

- You are such an American.
- Yes, I'm an American.

No secret there.

Seema!

Hello. This is your male escort,
and I will be putting out.

Unfortunately, you will not.

What?

Tap-tap-tap. Seema's back in.

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

I'm sorry.

But she needs the Met more.

You'll get over it. You're a man.

- Says who?
- Says you.

- You okay?
- When did my life

become seventh-grade gym class again?

Don't have fun.

Oh, that's hot as all get out.

I get so...

Baby, your shoulders feel like iron.

What's going on up here?

The Avid crashed
when I was getting my makeup done

and I lost the work
I did on my edit today.

That's what's going on up there.

Look, you are about
to have a very big night.

Yeah.

And you're always doing
everything for all of us.

Why don't you let me do that thing...

that I do that relaxes you?

Sweetie, we... we don't have time.

Okay, fine.

But I am ready from the waist up.

Nothing can get smeared or messed.

Got it. Only from the waist down.

Yeah.

And my editor's gonna send
the new cut in, like, ten minutes.

I only need eight. Have a seat.

I just feel like I should
be double checking something.

Lis, you're cutting into my eight.

Tighter, baby.

It won't go any tighter.

It has to!

We've gotta work
on your upper body strength.

Rock, please, come help your sister.

I won't be party
to upholding the patriarchy

and the heteronormative
standards of beauty.

I totally understand and applaud

but just for today,
come help your sister.

Take them.

Take these.

- Okay.
- Okay. Sorry.

These boots are kinda pinching me.

Welcome to fashion, Harry.

Ready, Rock?

Good. Good.

What is with this train?

This is crazy.

It's not crazy, it's Valentino.

Where's the van?

Where's the sprinter?

That's what I forgot!

To confirm the van! Oh, my god.

How could you forget that?

Well, I was having an orgasm,
which you said was for me

but typically, was all about you.

Now what?

Back to me, of course.

I don't know. This can't fit in a cab

there's no limos available,
so let's scoop this baby up and walk.

You wanna walk ten blocks?

You had to have your eight minutes,
you can walk ten blocks.

Oh, it was worth it, baby, wasn't it?

'Cause it was good.
You know it was good.

I don't know
if it was "walk to the Met" good

but it was good.

Oh, okay. Can you see in that thing?

Who needs to see?

Is fashion always this hot?

Harry, stop kvetching.

Aye.

And these boots are really gonna hurt
going up all those stairs.

Well, good news

those stairs are only
for celebrities, not for us.

So, no one at work
is gonna see me on TV?

And where am I gonna get
my picture with Rihanna?

Honey, you probably won't.

What? So, no stairs, no Rihanna.

Why'd I even wanna go
to this thing in the first place?

I have been asking myself
that all week!

What does that mean?

Fully embracing
the "Veiled Beauty" theme

Veiled beauty?
How 'bout veiled beast.

Arriving on the legendary Met stairs
is always the event...

I hope you're having
the worst time of your life.

Anthony,
I've made a terrible mistake.

Please, please come with me.

- I'm back in?
- Yes, if you'll have me.

How soon can you be ready?

- Yesterday!
- Okay, great.

- I'll pick you up in 20.
- Madame.

Okay, bye!

I'm gonna the Met Ball!

Ah, this is so great.

Seema, this is fantastic.

You look amazing, amore.
This is so beautiful.

Juan Jose.

Amore, I wanna take a little video.
Right there.

Anna is gonna love it.

This is really divine.
Amore, you look beautiful.

- I love you all so much.
- So beautiful.

Guys, we killed it!

Bye, ciao.

Looks good, babe.

No. No, it doesn't.

It's supposed to be
fucking sickening tight

to show off her kick-ass body.

You still have a half-hour.

Jackie,
this isn't some Cinderella shit!

This is my life!

There aren't any
magic birds or fairies

that are gonna pull this together,
so just shut the fuck up! Please!

I think I need a smoke break.

Carrie, I'm... I'm so sorry.

- No.
- You can't wear this.

I... I mean, my career will be over
before it even starts.

You must have something else fabulous
to... to wear with my cape?

Well, I... I can't just
go to my closet

and find a perfect dress
to wear to something called

"Veiled Beauty." I...

Wait a minute, I...

I might have something.

I don't know, maybe.

I've only worn it once.

It's not the best memory.

And just like that,
I repurposed my pain.

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