All language subtitles for Sex and the City S04E006_Sayang Bicara Itu Mudah_track3_[eng]

(theme music playing)

(Carrie)
there are over 8 million people...

...on the island of Manhattan...

...there are times when
you still feel shipwrecked and alone.

Times when even
the most resourceful survivor

will feel the need to put a message
in a bottle, or on an answering machine.

Hey, this is Aidan.
I'm not in. Leave a message.

(phone beeps)

(screams)

Ah, yes!

Strong arms.

Earth to heaven, yes.

Remember, every movement has a meaning.

(Carrie)
what it meant

that I wanted to talk to
my ex-boyfriend again.

I've been making faux calls to Aidan.

-What?
-"Faux." F-A-U-X, where you dial...

...but you have no idea what to say
if he actually answers.

It's emotional Russian roulette.

You mean, you call and you hang up?

-Yeah, that's pretty much the drill.
-Why would you do that?

I don't know. I don't even know why I'm
telling you. Don't tell anybody else.

Carrie, tell them what you told me.

That I'm not going to your African dance
class ever again

or that you can't keep a secret?

Carrie's calling Aidan.

-And hanging up.
-Why are you calling him?

(stammers)

I think I want him back.

How do I do this?

Well first, you have to be willing
to accept the fact that

after what happened, he might
not want to hear it.

I am willing to accept that fact.
How do I do this?

You don't. One word, honey.
"Granola." So not you.

Aidan's perfect. He stripped her floors.

He just needs to get rid of
the turquoise rings and the tummy.

Oh, the tummy is gone!
At that thing last week, he looked...

...disturbingly good.

-He's the new, improved Aidan.
-Low-fat granola.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
He looks good.

That's not why I want him back, though.
I just miss him.

-Did you miss him before you saw him?
-What about the turquoise?

I miss him!
I've missed him for months.

(sighs) Okay, you need a safe approach,
in case he rejects you.

-E-mail him.
-No, I don't believe in e-mail.

I'm old-fashioned gal,
I prefer calling and hanging up.

Oh, come on, honey! You gotta get
online, if only for the porn.

Yeah.
Would you please stop sending me those?

Come on, it's funny. (laughs)

No, I can't get e-mail just to write
to Aidan, that's pathetic.

It's not just e-mail,
you can shop online.

-No, shopping is my cardio.
-Okay, I know what to do.

Don't call, don't e-mail,

just show up at his furniture store...

...wearing these.

-Ew! What are those?
-Fake nipples.

And why are we carrying them around?

They were sent to me,
some kind of promotional thing.

Really? Is there a Nipple Council?
Are nipples getting a bad rep?

Nipples are huge right now.

Open any magazine. It's not that cold.

Those girls are either tweaking,
or they're wearing these.

Sam, put them in.
I wanna see how they work.

Samantha already leads with her breasts.
It's not a very good experiment.

Miranda, you try them.

Oh, yeah! Now that, I'd like to see.

I'm not certain, but I have a feeling
my boobs were just insulted.

-All right, cover me.
-All right.

-That's it.
-Oh.

That's obscene. Okay, walk.

"We have secretly replaced Miranda's
normal nipples with rubber ones.

Let's see what happens."

(women giggling)

Okay, that's it, I want my nipples back.

(Carrie)
The next day, sans nipples,

Miranda's cardio put my cardio to shame.

She was training for the marathon.

And running wasn't the only thing
getting her heart rate going.

You sure you're in the right group?

Ten-minute mile, right?
I was here last week.

Yeah, I know. But the thing is...

...we never get any cute guys
in this group.

All the cute guys
are in the seven-minute mile group.

So, I'm the cutest of the slow guys,
is what you're saying?

(chuckles)

-Knee surgery.
-Oh!

Have you run the marathon before?

-Past four years.
-Wow.

-What about you?
-First time.

-We should train during the week.
-Are there runs during the week?

I don't know.
I meant just the two of us.

Oh. Sure, that'd be great.

(Carrie)
but she still wasn't sure...

...if he was interested
in anything more than a running buddy.

-(whistle blows)
-(man)

(Carrie)
marathon redecoration continued.

I can't believe
I ever questioned this wallpaper.

I love this wallpaper.

-And I love you.
-Aw!

Well, I guess we're done with this room.
Time to move on to the study.

(Carrie) There's
marriage that forces the question:

"How long do we want it to be
just the two of us?"

It's right off our bedroom, so...

Well...

-What do you want to do with this room?
-It could be a good room for a...

B...

A...

B-Y?

I think we already have
enough bathrooms.

(Carrie)
were finally on the same page.

And the page had a baby on it.

Meanwhile, Samantha went shopping,
nipples blazing,

and picked up a '94 cabernet
and an '84 Harvard MBA.

Believe me, this is nothing.
It's a blip.

No, we can't retract it,
because that's what you said.

(Carrie)
of the communications strategy firm,

that made the Exxon oil spill
an "incident"...

...rather than a "debacle."

Look, I gotta go. Yeah.

Next time, talk to me
before you talk to the press.

All right, man. Bye.

Sorry about that.

About talking on the phone,
or staring at my nipples?

About talking on the phone.

(Carrie)
I tried to compose my first e-mail.

A witty, yet sexy,
yet sensitive note to Aidan.

(computer beeps)

(groans)

And across town,
Samantha was getting some male, as well.

(moans)

Oh! (laughs)

(sighs)

As a lover, Warren was fantastic.

But as a communications strategist,
he made one major mistake.

Samantha, does your
gina-wina want a little visit

from my mister-mister?

-No.
-Ick! He didn't say that.

It's not what he said, it's how he
said it, in baby talk.

Ugh, baby talk's the worst.
How can they think it's sexy?

It's like putting ketchup on prime rib.
Stop, you're ruining it.

I know, it's such a shame,
because this guy is hot.

I finally had to sit on his face
to shut him up.

You know, some men use baby talk
to avoid intimacy.

While others simply choose
not to respond to your e-mail.

-Aidan still hasn't written back?
-Fourteen hours, but who's counting?

Oh, my God! Oh!

Isn't this adorable?

Don't you think that maybe
it's a wee bit small?

Oh, you guys.

Trey and I are trying to have a baby.

Oh.

Why?

Don't you think that maybe
you should wait awhile?

-You guys just got back together.
-I can't wait.

I'm the oldest woman I know
who doesn't have a baby.

The oldest married woman who wants one.
You know what I mean.

Sweetie, if that's what you want,
I'm very happy for you.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

And I promise,
I won't become one of those mothers

-who can only talk about Diaper Genies.
-Good.

(gasps)

Oh! Look over here.

-What the hell is a Diaper Genie?
-I don't know.

Someone you hire to change
a kid's diaper?

Huh.

(woman)

Hi, Tricia!

(Carrie)
Tricia Watson was one of those hip moms

for whom Barneys would always be stores,
not dinosaurs.

Cliff told me you and Trey
are back together. I'm so glad.

This is Mary Elizabeth.

-Hello, Mary Elizabeth. I'm Charlotte.
-Pleased to meet you.

-Trey and I are trying to get pregnant.
-Oh, that's great.

You and Cliff should come over
for dinner this week.

We just redecorated our dining room.
We haven't even used it yet.

I'd love to, but try finding a sitter
for three kids under eight.

I can't believe I'm 34 with three kids.

I invited the Watsons over for dinner
Tuesday. They're bringing their kids.

All righty.

(Carrie)
decided it was time to get serious.

The next day, I worked on
a little piece I was calling:

"Thirty-six hours,
and still no response from Aidan."

The Indians had to wait up to six months
for a response.

It took me six months to get the message
that I wanted to be with Aidan.

And now I couldn't wait another minute.

Are all these improvements
in communication...

...really helping us communicate?

In matters of love,

do actions really speak louder
than words?

I decided to take action.

And this time... he answered.

-(Aidan)
-Why won't you respond to my e-mail?

-Who is this?
-Oh.

-It's Carrie, hi.
-Hey.

I was just asking
if you ever got my e-mail.

-"Shoegal."
-What?

That's my screen name. Shoegal.

Oh yeah, yeah,
I think I got it and deleted it.

That's not very neighborly.

I get so much damn junk mail,
if I don't know an address.

Oh, I have the opposite problem.
I've received two e-mails total.

One from Miranda,
and one welcoming me to AOL.

-What did it say?
-Just, you know...

...how to use the different features
and stuff, and "welcome."

-No, the one you--
-Oh!

Oh. The one I...

The one to you. Oh. Um...

It doesn't even matter.
You know what I was thinking?

I was thinking that you and Steve and
Miranda and me could go out sometime.

You know, just like as a...

-you know, a fun group thing.
-Yeah, yeah, sounds good.

Okay, great, so I'll set it up?

-Okay.
-Okay.

-Okay.
-Okay.

-Bye.
-Bye.

(phone beeps)

(Carrie)
Meanwhile, Miranda's run led to:

"Wanna come up for coffee?"
which led to sex,

which led her to believe that Marathon
Man could be more than a running buddy.

I'm all sweaty.

You taste great.

(both moaning)

(man moaning)

Hey Miranda, did you get my e-mail
about our double whatever-it-is?

Yes, and I'm ignoring it.

So far, not impressed with the e-mail.

Why would I go out with Steve?

No, no, you're not going out with Steve.

You're going as my airbag,
in case there's an impact.

And Steve's going as Aidan's air bag.

(clicks tongue)

Well, would you explain that to Steve?

Because I don't want him to get
the wrong impression.

-I'm dating other people now.
-Who?

-Marathon Man?
-Yes.

-We slept together after our run.
-Well, I guess he was interested.

Did he live up to his nickname?

It was good, except he kind of...

...licked my butt.

-Be specific. You mean the cheeks or--
-It was more localized than that.

Ah...

Wait a minute, are we talking
tuchis-lingus?

I'm afraid so.

And I thought it was weird. It's weird,
right? I mean, are we doing this now?

-If the guy is willing, why not?
-Anyone other than Samantha?

No, no, I never had a guy do
the TL on me. Nope!

Well actually no, one time,
it almost happened,

but I got the feeling
he just lost his way.

Hmm?

Well,Trey likes to do it.

We're married.

Okay, I'm definitely in the slow sexual
group if even Charlotte is open to this.

There's something happening
with men and the ass.

It's true.

The last few guys I've been with have
been much more eager to attend to it,

you know, digitally.

How did this happen?
How did they get the message

that the ass is now on the menu?

I bet there's one loud-mouthed guy
who found some woman who loved it

and told everybody, "Women love this!"

-Who is this guy?
-Who's the woman who loved it?

-Don't knock it until you try it.
-Bingo.

Maybe I shouldn't have pulled away
so fast. Was this my last shot?

Am I out of the ass loop forever?
I mean...

I can't bring myself to ask for it.

You don't have to ask for it,
just lean into it.

No words necessary.
He'll get the signal.

But then...do I have to reciprocate?

No. I would never do it back to them.

-Neither would I.
-Me neither.

You wouldn't?

(Carrie)
a more traditional wifely duty.

She cooked dinner for her husband
and their guests.

Go ahead, everyone.

This looks amazing, Charlotte!

Trish is amazed that anyone cooks.

Well, Trish has three kids,
which keeps her kind of busy.

I don't want to sit next to the lady.

-Martin, that's "one."
-Hmmph!

-How many does he get?
-Forty-five.

But I don't wanna.

-(crying)
-(Tricia) Martin!

-We can rearrange, if you want.
-No, it's fine.

(screams)

-Martin. Do you need your inhaler?
-(Martin) No.

He's asthmatic. Not going to be much
in the sports department.

Not all little boys have to play sports.

Don't talk to me
like you talk to the kids.

(Tricia) Martin, up here.

(Martin wailing and crying)

-Fancy shoes there, Hank.
-They used to be mine.

And now he won't go out without 'em.

(Tricia) Don't talk about him like that.

(Cliff) Don't you talk to me like that.

(Martin screams)

(Carrie)
Trey and Charlotte didn't have sex.

And they didn't have sex
the next night, either.

This time, inaction
was speaking louder than words.

So, this guy from
pest control comes over

and sticks a few dead ones
on a tape strip...

I, on the other hand, was full of words.

They're everywhere.
So I say to him, "What are they?"

He says, "Lady, I don't know, that's why
I'm sending them in to the lab."

And I'm thinking,
"This is New York, this is the pest guy.

And I got something.
He doesn't know what it is...

...and that ain't good!"

(all laughing)

I gotta take a leak,
I'm laughing too hard.

Man, I was gonna go.

-And?
-And we're men. We don't do that.

Women can do that. Men can't.

You should go. Break with convention.

What the hell, I'm man enough.

Do I get a say in this?
We're already partners in the bar.

-People are going to talk.
-(Aidan) We're going to the bathroom.

So apparently Aidan needed an airbag
in the bathroom.

You know what? I think I'm okay.

-You mean, you think you're over him.
-No, I think you can go.

I don't even get flan?

The thing is, if you don't leave now...

then we're gonna have to end
the night together, you know,

we have to hug and share cabs
according to neighborhood.

And then I won't have any time
alone with him.

Yeah... yeah, okay.

Okay. And can you take Steve with you?

(dog barking)

-Thank you for walking me home.
-Oh.

You live four blocks from the
restaurant. It's the least I could do.

Good to see you tonight.

I think I want to get back together.

Oh, fuck, I...

...was afraid you were going to say
something like that.

I was willing to try
the friendship thing, but I can't...

do the relationship thing.

But... you...

You put your hand on my hand.

-What?
-At the restaurant, you...

Oh. I was trying to make you
comfortable.

You seemed so nervous
telling that bug story.

Oh.

(chuckles nervously)

Oh, well... like

then I guess I should...

Good night.

Good night.

(Carrie)
so I left a desperate message

and started to send her
a desperate e-mail.

(phone rings)

-Hello?
-Hey.

I was just about to call you.
I was IM-ing Marathon Man.

Interesting.
Will your tuchis be wanting some lingus?

Uh, listen, if things work out
between him and me...

we never had that conversation.
He's coming over.

Well, I guess you'll be having dessert
after all.

What happened to my airbag outside
the restaurant? Steve tried to kiss me.

Aidan kissed me.

Although, we kinda miskissed.

And I wasn't gonna kiss him at all, coz
he said he just wanted to be friends.

But then he kissed me.
What does that mean?

(chimes)

Oh, my God, he's online. Can he see me?

No, just step away from the computer.

-No, I'm going to go back there.
-Where? To Aidan's?

I know he's home.

Carrie, pace yourself,
send him an e-mail or something.

No, because then he'll just say that he
doesn't wanna see me but I know he does.

His words said "no,"
but his kiss said "yes."

That's the defense invoked
by date rapists.

I know he still feels it.

When men attempt bold gestures,
it's generally considered romantic.

When women do it, it's often considered
desperate or psycho.

I was hoping to prove I was neither.

Hey again, you.

You haven't been out here
since I went up, have you?

No, no, I went home.

And you came back?

Yeah, I came back.

See, I...

I think...

No, I feel fairly certain that there is
still something between us.

I had a nice time tonight...

with you, I did.

But I just want to leave it at that.

Well...

Can I come up
and talk to you for a few minutes?

I don't think that's a good idea.

Because of what might happen?

Because it's not a good time.

Look, I know that you're probably scared
and I would be too.

But it's different now.

Things are different. I'm different.

In fact, wait a second.

In fact, cigarettes? Gone.

Seriously, all bad habits, gone.
This is a whole new thing.

Because I miss you. And I've missed you.

And it's not just because you look so
good, you do, and you should know that.

But I lie in bed at night,
and I think about us.

And I think about you holding me
and--

You broke my heart!

Carrie.

Samantha, I love your titty-witties.

(Carrie)
As I was wishing I had said nothing...

...Samantha decided
she had to say something.

Warren...

You're a great fuck,
but I don't need the baby talk.

You don't have to call these
my titty-witties, these are my breasts.

And you don't have to say
anything about them.

It's just sex, and it's fine.

Warren?

(sighs)

Warren?

Would you please come out of there?
Can we talk about this like adults?

We're not finished.

I was very closey-wosey.

(sighs)
Okay, you can call them titty-witties.

I'm leaving.
I got an early day tomorrow.

Come on, don't pout.
We were having such a nice time.

It was only a suggestion.

Where are my shoes? Ah.

(Carrie)
the nipples and attracted a big baby.

(door slams)

And speaking of babies,
Charlotte and Trey still were not.

This was delivered today.

I ordered that a week ago.

They needed time to engrave,
and I totally forgot.

"We had each other and then we had you.

And then we had everything.

Love, Mommy and Daddy."

(Trey sighs)

It's completely premature.
I was just so excited.

And now?

Do you not want a baby anymore?

Of course I do.

Don't you?

We pretty much stopped trying
after the Watsons came over.

Yeah.

Kids don't even want to sit by me.

I want to sit next to you.

(sighs)

I knew Cliff and Tricia when they were
first married, they were so in love.

Now they're just...

Parents.
(chuckles softly)

Yeah.

Maybe... if we only have one child.

Have one, to start.

See how we do.

Besides...

(Carrie)
parents-to-be have to tell themselves

in order to procreate.

Our kids will be different.

(Carrie)
experience had them a little rattled...

that night Trey and Charlotte
made love and possibly a baby.

And downtown, Miranda seemingly
had her communication problem licked.

And she felt like
she should do something in return.

Would you like a massage?

I would love one.

I don't want to do that!

Why didn't you just say
you weren't interested,

before you were talking into my ass?

(clacking)

(clacking continues)

This time, we didn't need any words.

(romantic music plays)

You wanna do this
to make up for the past?

Relieve your conscience?

'Cause we're okay.

I've mentally kicked your butt
all over Manhattan.

I'm fine now.

No.

No, I just...

I love you.

I still love you, I just...

wish that I could be
your girlfriend again.

I need to think about that.

(Carrie)
loved me, or maybe he just missed me...

or maybe he needed closure.

Maybe I'd never know.

(door closes)

The next morning,
due to sheer embarrassment,

Miranda got what she needed.

A running buddy who pushed her
into the nine-minute mile group.

And I still had no response from Aidan.

(Aidan) Hey, Carrie, you up there?

Okay, let's give it a shot.

Really?

Do you wanna come upstairs?

No, I promised Pete I'd take him
for a walk.

Oh.

You wanna go for a walk?

Yeah!

Yeah, let's go for a walk.

-Okay.
-Don't move, okay?

I'll be right there!

(theme music playing)