Sex and the City (1998–2004): Season 4, Episode 6 - Baby, Talk Is Cheap - full transcript

Samantha's lover Warren is great in bed, but addicted to something the quartet hates: baby-talk. Miranda finds an attractive man while training for the marathon whom she welcomes in her bed, but is in doubt about his tongue's interest in her rear. Trey and Charlotte feel ready to get children, but a dinner visit by a couple with young kids shakes that confidence. Carrie's first e-mails aim to arrange double date -with Miranda and Steve- so she can get back to Aidan, who however still seems reticent.

Despite the fact
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.

Strong arms.

Earth to heaven, yes.

Remember, every movement has a meaning.

I wondered 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 answers.

It's emotional Russian roulette.

You mean, you call and you hang up?

- That's pretty much it.
- Why would you do that?

I don't know.
I don't 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 again...

or that you can't keep a secret?

Carrie's calling Aidan.

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

I think I want him back.

How do I do this?

First, you have to accept that after what
happened, he might not want to hear it.

I can accept that. How do I do this?

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

Aidan's perfect. He stripped her floors.

But he needs to lose
the turquoise rings and the tummy.

The tummy is gone.
At that thing last week, he looked...

disturbingly good.

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

He looks good.

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

- Did you, before seeing him?
- What about the turquoise?

I've missed him for months.

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

- E-mail him.
- I don't believe in e-mail.

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

Come on, honey.
You gotta get online, if only for the porn.

Would you please stop sending me those?

Come on, it's funny.

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.

- What are those?
- Fake nipples.

And why are we carrying them around?

They were sent to me
as a promotional thing.

Really? Is there a Nipple Council?
Do nipples have a bad rap?

Nipples are huge right now.

Open any magazine. It's not that cold.

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

Put them in. I want to see how they work.

She leads with her breasts.
It's not a 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.

That's obscene. Okay, walk.

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

"Let's see what happens."

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

The next day, sans nipples...

Miranda's cardio put my cardio to shame.

She was training for the marathon.

Running wasn't the only thing
getting her heart rate up.

You sure you're in the right group?

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

I know. But the thing is...

we never get any cute guys in this group.

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

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

Knee surgery.

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.

Sure, that'd be great.

Miranda was thrilled,
but she still wasn't sure...

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

Stay in line.

And uptown, Charlotte's
marathon redecoration continued.

I can't believe
I ever questioned this wallpaper.

I love this wallpaper.

And I love you.

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

There's one room in every 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...


What do you want to do with this room?

It could be a good room for a...




I think we already have enough bathrooms.

Trey and Charlotte
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.

Warren Dreyfous was a founder
of the communications strategy firm...

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

rather than a "debacle."

Look, I gotta go.

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.

That night,
I tried to compose my first e-mail.

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

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

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?

He didn't say that.

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

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!

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.


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.

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.


Look over here.

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

Someone you hire to change a kid's diaper?

Hi, Tricia!

Tricia Watson was one of those hip moms...

for whom Barneys would always be stores,
not dinosaurs.

Cliff said 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.
- That's great.

You and Cliff should come over for dinner.

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 8.

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.

Charlotte, 35 with no kids...

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.


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

Who is this?

It's Carrie, hi.

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

- "Shoegal."
- What?

That's my screen name.

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...

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...

The one I...

The one to you.

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.

Sounds good.

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

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Bye.
- Bye.

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.

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?
- You're not going out with him.

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

Steve's going as Aidan's air bag.

Explain that to Steve. 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.
- 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.

Wait a minute, are we talking tuchis-lingus?

I'm afraid so.

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

If the guy is willing, why not?

Anyone other than Samantha?

I never had a guy do the TL on me.

One time, it almost happened,
but I got the feeling he just lost his way.

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 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 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?

I would never do it back to them.

- Neither would I.
- Me neither.

You wouldn't?

That night, Charlotte performed
a more traditional wifely duty.

She cooked dinner for her husband
and their guests.

Go ahead, everyone.

This looks amazing.

Trish is amazed that anyone cooks.

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

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

Martin, that's "one."

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

But I don't wanna.

We can rearrange, if you want.

No, it's fine.

- Do you need your inhaler?
- No.

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

Not all little boys have to play sports.

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

Martin, up here.

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

He won't go out without 'em.

- Don't talk about him like that.
- Don't you talk to me like that.

That night,
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.

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 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!"

- 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.
- We're going to the bathroom.

So apparently Aidan needed an airbag
in the bathroom.

You know, 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.

Hug and share cabs
according to neighborhood.

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

Yeah. Okay.

Okay. And can you take Steve with you?

Thank you for walking me home.

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.

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.

You put your hand on my hand.


At the restaurant, you...

I was trying to make you comfortable.

You seemed so nervous
telling that bug story.

Oh, well...

then I guess I should...



Miranda didn't answer her phone,
so I left a desperate message...

and started to send her a desperate e-mail.

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

Will your tuchis be wanting some lingus?

Listen, if things work out
between him and me...

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

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.

We miskissed. I wasn't going to kiss him.

He said he just wanted friendship.

But then he kissed me.
What does that mean?

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? Aidan's?

I know he's home.

Pace yourself,
send him an e-mail or something.

No, he'll just say that
he doesn't want to see me, but 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?
- No, I went home.

And you came back?

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.

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.

I know that you're probably scared.
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.

You broke my heart!

Samantha, I love your titty-witties.

As I was wishing I had said nothing...

Samantha decided
she had to say something.

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.

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

We're not finished.

I was very closey-wosey.

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?

Samantha realized that she wore the nipples
and attracted a big baby.

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."

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.

Kids don't even want to sit by me.

I want to sit next to you.

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

Now they're just...


Maybe if we only have one child.

Have one, to start.

See how we do.


Then Trey told the lie that all
parents-to-be have to tell themselves...

in order to procreate.

...our kids will be different.

Even though the whole 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 say you weren't interested,
before you were talking into my ass?

This time, we didn't need any words.

You want to 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.


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.

His actions said he still loved me,
or maybe he just missed me...

or maybe he needed closure.

Maybe I'd never know.

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.

Hey, Carrie, you up there?

Okay, let's give it a shot.


Do you wanna come upstairs?

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

You wanna go for a walk?


Let's go for a walk.


Don't move, okay?

I'll be right there!

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