Sex and the City (1998–2004): Season 3, Episode 8 - The Big Time - full transcript

Manhattan is a place

you can get anything anytime.

Cabs at 2:00 am.

Chinese food at 3:00.

But you can't get your dry-cleaning.

Charlotte was spending
her time with Trey,

a doctor from family money

who had it all.

AII, but all of Charlotte.

Apparently Trey was one New Yorker

not getting everything anytime.



Trey is so thoughtful.

I wasn't feeling well last night...

so he took me for some soup

on 7th street and then we went to 2nd.

Avenue?

Base.

Then did your physics homework with you?

No, I wanna take it slow.

He could be the one.

You've only known him for two weeks.

You can know his e-mail address,

but not that he's the one.

I just know. And it's really hard,
because he's very sexy.

But I don't want to
ruin it by having sex too early.



Oh, so you're everything-but-girl.

I like to think of it as...
kissing with extras.

How very ninth grade of you.

I read that if you don't have sex
for a year you can be revirginized.

And probably quite frisky.

But isn't it great? You can erase
your sexual past and start again.

Who wants their virginity back?
It was bad enough the first time.

How old were you?

Eleventh grade. Seth Bateman.

His smelly rec room.

Half a joint, three thrusts, finito.

And ps, it was on the ping-pong table.

Meanwhile, I was doing
everything plus with Aidan.

I couldn't get out of bed with him.

My bed was our restaurant,
our entertainment, our little New York.

Open 24 hours.

When will they send
a search party for us?

- I guess spring thaw.
- That's an awful long time, my friend.

Downtown another New Yorker
was enjoying her full life.

Samantha had a new apartment
in the ultra chic Meatpacking District

and a new admirer.

Well, there goes the neighborhood.

Len Schneider, 4A.

- I collect art.
- Samantha Jones, 2D.

- I guess you collect compliments.
- Oh, Len. Stop.

Really, Len. Stop.
If you'll excuse me.

Listen, I would love to have you
come up to my place tonight.

I make a mean wine spritzer.

I don't think so. Sorry.

Samantha said sorry
but what she really meant was...

Since when is it acceptable

for over-the-hill losers to ask out
hot women like her?

I'm keeping you
on neighborhood watch.

And just when Samantha thought
her day couldn't get any worse...

This is a catalogue
for pre-menopausal women.

"New Transitions."
Nice name.

Why don't they call it what it is?
J. Crew for women who are drying up.

FYI, I'm not transitioning.
I'm happening.

You're on the wrong mailing list.

I shouldn't have signed up for that
"Mirabella" trial subscription.

I bought a back pillow on line and
ended up with catalogues for trusses.

- You got a back pillow?
- At I'm getting old. Com.

Maybe I could interest you
in vaginal lubrication suppositories?

Listen: "Ten years before menopause
you may have symptoms including:

"All month long PMS,

"fluid retention, insomnia, depression,
hot flushes or irregular periods."

But people give up their seats
for you on the bus.

Oh, my God! Vagina weights.

My vagina waits for no man.

- Look. The Kegel Master.
- What's a kegel muscle?

- It helps you sit tight.
- And I have one?

- You don't do your exercises.
- What exercises?

You have to tighten
and release it for ten minutes a day.

Kegel exercises...
I'm doing mine right now.

Man, she's good.

Well, I can't wait for menopause.

It will be freeing not to have periods.

I can't wait till flow stops
coming to town.

- No one calls it flow.
- My grandmother did.

No more mind-numbing cramps.

No kidding.
I've got mine right now. Big time.

- I hear that, sister.
- My God, I have my period too.

We're all synched up.
I've heard about that happening.

What?
I'll get mine in a few days.

If Samantha was running late,
I was running even later.

The "Gab Magazine" party
was in an hour

and my dress was at the cleaners.

Oh, please, sir!

Shit.

Apparently my fabulous party dress
would be staying in for the evening.

Miranda and Steve decided
instead of staying in, they'd go out.

Since when did it become appropriate
to bring babies to restaurants?

Oh, come on. He's cute.

Yeah. God invented baby-sitters
for a reason.

I don't think it's so bad.
It's nice to have babies around.

Don't get me wrong.
I love babies, but not with my soup.

Oh, my God.
Look at you. You're a mess!

- We should do it. Have a baby.
- Yeah, right.

I'm serious. We'd have a cute baby,
not one that looks like Khrushchev.

- We wouldn't have to get married.
- You're serious?

Yes. The timing is perfect.

The timing is not perfect. We've only
been living together for two months.

It's way too quick. We cannot
have a baby. You're insane.

Come on.
I want a baby. It'd be fun.

It's not like owning a foosball table.
Do you know how much work it is?

Yeah, I know. But I can
hang out with him during the day.

Watch "Sesame Street" while you're
at work, then I go to work at the bar.

And I'd be up all night with the baby,
alone and getting no sleep,

then have to get up the next day
and work 14 hours to make partner

so I can afford the apartment
you're watching "Sesame Street" in.

Let's hope the baby inherits
my positive attitude.

Can we please talk
about something else?

No problem.

While Miranda was left
contemplating diapers...

I was contemplating
McQueen versus Gucci.

It's your last chance to attend
a fabulous party with a fabulous girl.

- It's a party on a boat?
- Correction: Fancy boat.

And ps, the fabulous girl
is rumored to be easy.

- What's the party for?
- This new magazine, "Gab".

- Have you read it?
- No, I want the celebrity sightings.

I'd be stuck on this boat
with all these celebs.

And celebrity hangers-on.

It's tempting, but is it OK
if I stay on dry land?

- Of course.
- Will you still be easy later?

- Is that a proposition?
- Bon voyage.

Bye.

The "Gab" party was everything
they promised and more.

Regis Philbin, Madonna and
"New Yorker" ex-editors were there.

- Hey, thanks.
- So, where was I?

Unfortunately,
Trey was doing most of the gabbing.

- The part about the birthday present.
- That's right.

My mother gives me this awful
machine for sorting change...

He has a lot of change.

...for my birthday.
I lied to her and said I loved it.

I jumped into a cab
and drove that thing right back.

So there I was, on...
40th and Broadway.

- I hear a woman yell like a hyena.
- I did not!

The cab stops. I almost hit my head
on that plastic partition. I got out...

He told him to stop the meter.

And there was Charlotte, lying on
the street. That's how we met.

And that's how we met.

- That's very sweet.
- Oh, and the cabbie got mad.

- It's OK, cos I remember.
- Anyway, it was fate.

If my mother didn't give me bad gifts

this wonderful gift
would never have come into my life.

I'd heard the story
at least three times.

Another minute of Trey and we would
be in a man overboard situation.

- Hey, I'm gonna go to hit the buffet.
- OK.

Not too hard.

As I walked away, I realised I hadn't
seen Charlotte that happy in years

and with a man
she had known for five minutes.

And just when I thought I was safe...

- Hello.
- Oh, hi.

Cheese.

Hello.

...I ran into the man
I'd been happy with for five minutes.

- Right. Well, hi.
- I thought I might see you here.

You did?

- Where's Natasha?
- She missed the boat.

I'm sorry.

Very crowded.

Well, I gotta...

Dominick Dunne is holding my place
in the bathroom line.

Big and I, trapped together on a boat
without dates.

We were two miles offshore.
There was no way off.

Children and women
with emotional baggage first.

Carrie. Look what Trey gave me.
Isn't it beautiful?

Wow. Cartier.

It was a surprise. He said
the last few weeks have been special.

And that he's smitten.
Look, it's inscribed.

Let's see. "To Charlotte.
It's about time I met you."

Sweetie, that's great.

- When does this boat dock?
- Around 10:00.

- What time is it?
- It's not set yet.

- It's pretty.
- Thanks. I better get back to Trey.

I think this is it, Carrie.
I can feel it.

One woman's "Titanic"
is another woman's "Love Boat".

- Boo.
- Jesus.

So what was that back there?

I... I don't know.

- Can't we have a conversation?
- I don't know. Can we?

Around Brooklyn
there's gonna be a mutiny. Pass it on.

- What a spiffy opener.
- I try.

So what are you? Are you...

- Are you seeing anyone?
- Yeah, I am.

He's great.
He's perfect, actually.

Where is he, Mr Perfect?

He's home. I didn't wanna subject him
to the slimy media leeches.

Good idea.

Present company excluded.

- That's some outfit, kid.
- Really? Do you think so?

If you like this, you'll love the one
being held hostage on 74th and Lex.

It's good to see you.

The next morning I recovered
from my see-Big sickness,

while downtown, Samantha realised
maybe her ship had sailed.

She was five days late.

Later we did brunch and bathroom
at Time Caf?.

- I'm in love with him.
- You're not in love with him.

You're in love with
the expensive watch he gave you.

- Do you have another?
- I'm not Tampax central. Buy them.

I have them at home. But they
won't fit in my Kate Spade purse.

Wow, Kate must have a tiny vagina.

The watch is a sign
that he's in love with me too.

- He's just in blue ball hell.
- Sometimes you just know.

We're the right match. It's fate.

It's not fate.
His light is on. That's all.

- What light?
- Men are like cabs.

When they're available,
their light goes on.

They wake up one day, decide
to settle down, and turn their light on.

The next woman they pick up
is the one they'll marry. It's not fate.

- It's dumb luck.
- I can't believe that love is random.

You gotta get them
when their light's on.

- Men I meet are flashing yellows.
- Or off duty.

They can drive around for years
and not be available.

They shouldn't be allowed
to get behind the wheel!

Most men don't stay lit long
before they take the plunge

versus most women who
have been lit pretty much since birth.

That was my last tampon.
Are you packing?

No, I don't have a tampon and
probably will never need one again.

- A "no" is good enough.
- I haven't had my period in 35 days.

- Are you...?
- No, I'm not pregnant. I'm...

- I'm drying up.
- Come on. You're overreacting.

- It was a stupid catalogue.
- I'm day-old bread. My time is up.

Enjoy your flows.

For someone with no period
you've got a mean case of PMS.

You have years of miserable cramps
ahead of you.

Ladies...

What I'm about to tell you...

may come as a shock.

I'm a little...

older than you.

That night I couldn't stop thinking
about time.

Was every second of our lives
controlled by fate?

Or is life a series
of random occurrences?

If I wasn't always ten minutes late,
would my life be totally different?

Would I never run into Big? Would
there ever be a good time to see him?

Was Miranda right?

Is timing everything?

Could you turn that down?
I'm working.

OK, not low enough.

You're gonna have to get used
to the noise with a baby around.

Look. I've been thinking
about this baby thing.

We're not in a great place right now.

Can we have this conversation
without "Scooby Doo"?

It's the one where they find the ghost
in the salt mine.

- I'm serious. Turn off the cartoons.
- But what about the ghost?

- You know what? Forget it.
- Miranda.

Then Miranda realised she may have
already had a baby in her house.

I wanna shelve
this baby thing for a while.

OK, you got it.

Put a coaster under that glass

and turn off the lights
before you come to bed.

We haven't had sex in over a week
and he wants a baby.

What's wrong with this picture?

You can always go
the Immaculate Conception route.

Seriously, we're in this shitty place.

We fight and I'm working long hours
for this partner thing.

And he's using a baby as a Band-Aid
for everything that's wrong with us.

- What is wrong with you guys?
- I don't know.

It's like he's a kid
and I end up nagging him all the time.

I'm mean mommy and no one
wants to fuck mean mommy.

Oh, I believe you.

Maybe I'm sabotaging the relationship
so I don't have to actually be happy.

Maybe the problem is me.

This baby is gonna need
a lot of therapy.

- There is no baby!
- OK, mean mommy.

But I do want one eventually
and my clock is running out.

I've only got a million viable eggs left.

300 of which we just killed
with those martinis at lunch.

That night, Samantha got drunk.

She had lost her spirit and no pill
in the catalogue could correct that.

And so she accepted a date with Len.

After all, day-old bread
needed to stick together.

- Ever been in a Cadillac Eldorado?
- No.

Oh, those babies are smooth.
They have buttons for everything.

There's even a button to adjust
your lumbar. Great for my hip.

Did I tell you I have an artificial hip?

- No.
- Hard to believe, baby?

Samantha couldn't listen
to one more minute of Len.

So she slept with him
and his hip to shut him up.

Yeah, baby.

Give it to daddy.

- Oh, Jesus.
- What.

Baby, either you're a virgin
or flow just came to town.

- My period?
- There's blood everywhere.

Oh, my God. That is so...

These sheets are two grand a set.

I'm sorry, really very sorry.

Samantha said sorry.
What she really meant was...

there are more young studs in this
pre-pre-menopausal woman's future.

This is embarrassing. I should go.

Thanks for dinner.

The next day, Miranda was putting in
time and a half at her firm when...

- Miranda Hobbes.
- Hey.

I'm busy and can't talk.

Meet me in half an hour
at 56th and 3rd, OK?

- I can't, I got a meeting at 4:00.
- Come on, it will help.

- Please.
- OK.

- This is not gonna happen.
- Come on. Look at them.

How exactly would this help us?

Maybe we're not ready for a baby.

- This could be a test run.
- Who would take care of the test run?

Me.

Please, buyer lady.
Take me home and love me.

- You're insane.
- Not in front of the puppy!

Miranda had been backed
into a corner.

Even though she was surrounded
by bitches, she didn't wanna be one.

OK.

Charlotte and Trey
were performing their usual duet.

...and then I got out and found you.

Oh, really? I found you.

- I think I should come in.
- No, sweetie.

I have an early meeting. But thanks,
I had a lovely time. Really.

Me too.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- You're very persistent.
- I wanna tell you something.

- I love you, Charlotte.
- You do?

- Yeah.
- I love you too.

That night, Charlotte
got everything she wanted.

Trey got a hand job.

And at 3:00 am Miranda
was getting nothing but aggravated.

Please, go to sleep.

Please, I beg you.
Here. Look.

This is supposed to be your mom's
heart beating or... something.

- Are you happy?
- Not really.

We get this puppy.
I'm the only one taking care of it.

I've been up all night. You're asleep.
This was a huge mistake.

Come on, relax. It will be fine.

For you, because
you're not doing anything.

He's just getting used to us.

Poochie, poochie, puppy boy.

Give mommy a kiss.

This is it.
I'm so sick of you being the kid here.

I cannot be in charge all the time.
We're supposed to be equals.

You think we can have a baby?
We can't even have a puppy together.

- We're going through a rough patch.
- This isn't a patch.

This is it. All the time.
And it's not good.

Great. So you're just
gonna give up on us, just like that?

Not just like that.

I have been trying not to give up
on us for a long time.

- That's nice.
- I'm just being honest.

Then Miranda realised something.

All this time,
she thought the problem was her.

It wasn't. It was them.

And there was never a good time
to say what she had to say.

- This isn't gonna work, Steve.
- There's good stuff, here.

Not enough.

A baby would've been a quick fix
for something that can't be fixed.

- Because you don't want it to work.
- That's so unfair.

- I don't wanna fight you anymore.
- Do you think I do?

I don't know.

Steve...

I really tried.

That night, Miranda lost her partner.

The next day, she got a new one.

Fifteen of them.

Meanwhile,
I was still enjoying my one.

Do you wanna have a sleepover?

Let me set the timer.

I didn't know about Aidan
but my light was definitely on.

You have one new message.

Hey, Carrie, I'm...

I knew who it was. I couldn't stop Big
coming back into my life.

But I could stop him
from coming out of my machine.

Hey, you're out of filters.
I'm gonna run down to the Korean.

- Hey...
- Yeah?

You make me really happy.

- See you in a bit.
- OK.

Oh, that was very fast.

- What are you doing here?
- Didn't you get my message?

No, I paused it.

- What are you doing here?
- That was him, wasn't it?

- The perfect guy.
- Yes and he's coming back, so...

Please.

What do you want?

I don't know.

No, go home to your wife.

Go.

I'm so fucked up.

I had no idea
what else Big was gonna say.

And I'm not sure
what bugged me more.

That I didn't know or that I cared.

Hey, Carrie.
I'm here on your corner.

I know you're home. Pick up.

Jesus.

Well, I miss you.

I can't fucking stop thinking
about you. There you have it.

There it was.
Exactly what I had needed to hear...

a year too late.

I should have been happy,
but I wasn't.

It was the absolute worst timing of all.

Ten minutes later,
Aidan still hadn't come back.

Suddenly my life was all about timing.

All the right things
said at all the wrong times.

My past coming back way too fast.

And my future
taking way too long to come home.