[Carrie] It is said that it takes a lifetime
to figure out who you are.
This book cover is so you.
[Carrie] People in publishing move a tad faster.
It's just a mock-up. And don't be thrown,
we put your head on another person's body.
-Oh... -Okay, here it is...
The cover of "Sex And The City."
The best-selling "Sex And The City."
No!
Oh, I'm sorry. That just came out.
Uh, not at all. That's good.
You had a strong reaction. That's what we want.
Well, we don't want people's reaction to be no.
Right, Let me talk you through it.
Blurred background,
a fast-paced city.
And you naked with nothing but your ideas.
No, I get it,
but, see, no matter how fast-paced the city,
I always manage to get my clothes on
before I leave the apartment.
See, Courtney, here's what concerns me,
that cover is all about sex.
Well, sex sells. [chuckles]
[Carrie] Yes, yes, but my columns are about relationships.
And when I do write about sex, it's just words.
Reading about sex is a lot different
than seeing it in front of you,
naked on Sixth Avenue hailing a cab.
I totally understand, Carrie.
Okay.
We're fucked.
Well, oh, no, no, no, okay, okay. Let me see it again.
No, no, absolutely not. I would sooner die.
The next day, our talk turned
from bachelors, baby bottles and Balenciaga blouses...
to books.
[Carrie] Bad. Worse. Loser. Disaster.
And you know the scary thing?
I'm being kind.
Honey, relax.
What could anyone say about you? You're fabulous.
That's sweet, but if I get the wrong book cover I'm a fabulous target.
People are mean.
People are not that mean.
Ugh, she looks like shit.
Is her stylist blind?
I have just officially entered panic.
-Oh stop. Talk to me. -[Carrie moaning]
This is what I do.
How do you see yourself on the cover?
You know, like a writer who somehow happened
to have wound up on her book cover
looking smart, sexy and properly airbrushed.
Mm, well I can help you with that.
I'll talk to the publishers. When's the photo shoot?
It's next Thursday but, Samantha, I can't afford you.
Mm, true, my P.R. services are pricey.
It'll cost you two martinis and a lunch.
Uh-huh, uh-huh. Okay, I'll talk to my people.
What kind of diet book are you looking for?
I don't know.
Something with a title like,
"How To Lose That Baby Fat By Sitting On Your Ass."
[Charlotte laughs]
How about The Zone ?
-How about, no? -Thought you were serious
-about this. -I am.
Just as soon as I finish this nugget caramel pretzel devil thing.
Okay. [sighs]
I'm gonna go look for this book I read about.
What's it called?
Starting Over Yet Again.
See ya.
[Carrie] There it was. The Self-Hell aisle.
[woman sobbing]
As Charlotte looked at the titles...
The Woman's Comfort Book.
The Path To Love.
Excuse Me Your Life Is Waiting.
Please Understand Me II.
She couldn't bear the thought that she belonged there.
[woman sobbing] That really helped me.
[woman cries]
Travel?
[clerk] Oh, this is adorable.
This is psychotic.
All right, it's none of my business, but don't do that.
I did, I lost 24,
gained 46.
But The New York Times said--
Is The New York Times gonna come to your apartment at 2:00 a.m.
and pry the cookie dough outta your hands? I don't think so.
Weight Watchers. It's the only sane way to go.
You can even have dessert.
[man] Okay, thanks a lot.
-Where's Starting Over Yet Again? -Shh!
Here you go.
Good luck with Weight Watchers.
Thank you.
[Carrie] Did you find your book?
No, it wasn't for me.
[laughter]
[Miranda laughs] Yeah. Like I need his advice.
I'm a dead woman.
Who needs the Self-Help aisle
when you can self-help yourself to Amazon.com
and get exactly what you need overnight express
and shame free.
[sighs]
That's quite a package.
Excuse me?
That's quite a package.
Wanna sign right here, please?
There. How's that?
Pretty damn good.
I just got my nails done.
Would you mind...
opening my package?
Ssss, ooh, thank you.
Now maybe I can help you with your package.
Fuckin' A.
[Samantha laughs]
[Carrie] At exactly 12:15,
I stopped by to pick up Samantha for our business lunch
to decide what we thought was sexy.
[gasping]
Oh! Ow!
Ooh! Um! I'm sorry.
[squeaks]
You wanna keep going?
No, I've... had enough.
[Carrie] Some women, like Samantha,
know when to stop putting things in their mouths.
While others, like Miranda, need a little help.
[woman] Oh, look at you, you look great.
I'm much lighter metric.
[man] Oh, you did great this week.
[woman] Oh, I almost didn't recognize you.
-Oh, oh, excuse me. Hi. -Hi.
There's been a mistake on my weight.
Nope the scales don't lie.
Uh... This isn't a vanity thing.
The other woman inverted the numbers.
Look. If I'm gonna do this, I wanna do it right.
Well, you've got the right attitude, come on.
Hi, I'm sorry, can I scooch in a minute?
-Sure. -Thanks.
Oh. [laughs]
See?
-[sighs] Elaine! -[Elaine] Yeah?
You wrote down this woman weighs 158.2,
-but she weighs 152.8. -[Elaine] Sorry.
Could you not yell out my weight?
Hey, I weigh 240.
Goal weight's 77.
Here you go, and here's a nametag.
A nametag?
Oh, yeah. We all gotta wear these.
-[Tom] Tom, Big Boned. -[Miranda giggling]
Miranda, Baby Weight.
-Hi. -Hi.
[Carrie] Later that same day,
Stanford came over for a fag and some flipping.
Hey, finish that and get over here and start on Vogue .
Tear out any outfit that might work for me.
Try to pick something that won't be too pathetic
if I wind up in the half-off bin. [laughs]
Well you look very...
something.
I am very something.
What's going on over there, Ms. Blatch?
I met someone.
Oh, my God, really?
That's fantastic!
His name is Marcus.
And is he a Roman?
-No, he is not. -Oh, too bad.
I always adore a metal breastplate on a man.
So, what does this Marcus do?
Okay.
Before I tell you, you have to promise not to judge.
-Do I judge? -We all judge. That's our hobby.
Some people do arts and crafts. We judge.
I'll be kind.
He's a dancer. At Radio City Music Hall.
I feel as though my hands are tied.
He's a Broadway-caliber dancer. Working in the male chorus.
Last Christmas,
he danced the part of Arabian Coffee in The Nutcracker.
And where did you meet your Rockette?
Standing in line at Starbucks.
You met a man who played coffee, waiting to get coffee?
-Mm-hmm. -[Carrie giggles]
We're both grande house blends.
[laughingly] What is that, a new zodiac sign?
-[Carrie laughs] -[phone ringing]
Ah... Hello?
How funny was that thing in my office today?
It was hilarious. I'm sending you the x-ray bill for my elbow.
Could you have gotten out of there any faster?
No.
Oh, lighten up.
Um... I am lightened up.
[Samantha] Good news.
I got my favorite stylist to do us a favor
and pull some looks for the cover.
Oh. Well, did you tell them what we're looking for?
Sexy chic, just like you said.
Well, when are you meeting them
'cause maybe I should join you as well.
Don't worry. I'll handle it.
But... I have some ideas.
You still want me to do this, right?
-Yeah, why wouldn't I? -Fantastic.
I'll have him pull some stuff and we can go look at it. How's Saturday?
Ah, it's great and I'll ask Stanford to come.
Is Stanford suddenly a stylist?
No, but he's gay and bitchy. My target test audience.
-[laughs lightly] -You okay?
[Samantha] I'm fabulous, we'll talk tomorrow.
Okay. Hm...
Ask Stanford to come where?
Look at some outfits for the cover.
Saturday.
Well, I'll have to check with Marcus.
-We may have plans. -Oh, God,
you're not gonna turn into one of those couples, are you?
-Judgey Wudgey was a bear. -[Carrie giggles]
[Carrie] I think it's pretty much agreed that it goes,
"Open minded, good."
"Judgmental, bad."
But are we being too quick to judge judgment?
Perhaps judgment is not so much a snap decision...
as an early warning and detection device.
If it is instantly clear that a person, a place
or even a profession is not for you...
Is it better to ignore your better judgment
and read between the lines?
Or, should you judge a book by it's cover?
[computer] You've got mail.
"Based on your recent book purchase,
here's a list of books you might be interested in."
[Carrie] The selected list included...
Lonely Women, No Men.
Love Hurts, You Don't Have To.
I'm Fine Now.
And, Reservations For One.
Charlotte refused to see herself as one of those type women.
It fell eight flights
and landed at the feet of a woman walking by
who was contemplating a divorce.
She considered it a sign from God.
After three Weight Watchers meetings
where they did nothing but talk about eating...
Miranda Baby Weight and Tom Big Boned
decided to go someplace and actually eat.
So then I did the one where you can only have the...
water, eggs and grapefruit.
'Cause they're so good together.
Yes. [chuckles]
Actually, it worked out well for me until I, um, fainted,
on an Indian woman in the subway.
What about the one with all the pre-packaged, chemicalized food?
I don't know how they get all of those
delicious artificial ingredients into such little tiny packages.
[Miranda laughs] I know. Although,
they did have this itty bitty thing of tuna
that I loved.
But then I cut my tongue licking it out of the can
and I knew it was time to stop.
Did you ever try the cabbage soup diet?
No. [laughs] I heard it gives you really bad--
Gas? Yeah. It's true.
That was the end of my fiancée.
Oh. She sounds mean.
Well, I think there was more to it than cabbage.
We weren't very good together. She was very critical.
The more she put me down the more I ate.
And, to this day, whenever somebody criticizes me, I, um...
I go right for those.
Oh, glazed, they're my favorite.
Tell me about it.
Best Weight Watchers meeting is down on 23rd Street.
Can't go anywhere near it, 'cause there's a Krispy Kreme
right next door to the place.
How many Weight Watchers points do you think is in one of those?
200,000?
Would it be terrible if we split one?
We're consenting adults.
Sir?
Can I get a Krispy Kreme
and, um... a knife?
[waiter] Here you go.
Whoever invented glaze,
-is a genius. -Mm-hmm.
[Miranda laughs]
[moaning]
See, that is worth being fat for.
-I'm sorry, it's just worth it. -Mm-hmm.
I know how we can burn this off.
Really?
Activity points.
[moaning]
[Carrie] Weight Watchers turned out to be a lot more enjoyable
than Miranda had expected.
[breathing heavily]
-No! -[Miranda] Yes.
I was all over his face.
-No! -Yes!
Talk about loving yourself.
I'd rather just be good friends with myself.
You know when I was a lesbian--
I saw that coming.
I could get in and out with nothing more
than a fine lip gloss.
You're awfully quiet.
What is there to say?
The man simply has bad manners.
You keep a box of tissues on the nightstand,
while he's stroking you with one hand,
he grabs a tissue and subtly dabs his face.
Hm, Emily Post, "Polite Pussy".
So why didn't you just say something?
It's a little hard to criticize
if you're with someone who overeats when he's criticized.
Miranda went out with an overeater and he overate her.
[all laugh]
And then when he popped his head up
he had such a proud look on his face.
Oh, they always look so proud.
Like they just came back from war.
[to "When Johnny Comes Marching Home"] ♪ Do, do, do, do, do, Do, do do-do, do-do ♪
And they all want that, "You're my hero," kiss.
Not without a tissue and an Altoid.
It's a weird double standard, I guess.
I'd feel insulted if I'd just gone down on a guy
and he wouldn't kiss me. Samantha?
-Mm-hmm? -Do you kiss after a blow job?
No, she just signs the delivery slip
and sends him on his way.
[slurps]
What's going on?
Apparently Carrie has a problem with the fact
that she saw me blowing the, uh, World Wide Express guy.
-Ew! -[Carrie] Okay, I would like to
point out that was her and not me.
And when did I say I had a problem?
Oh, please, you walked in, caught us, turned and ran.
Well, what was I supposed to do,
sit and flip through Marie Claire?
Where did you see her blowing the World Wide Express guy?
-Not on the street? -Of course not!
It was in the privacy of my office.
Ho-oh-ho.
And it wasn't a World Wide Express guy.
It was my WorldWide Express guy.
Your WorldWide Express guy?
-Yes. -Really, what's his name?
Joe. Tuesdays and Thursdays.
-[Miranda laughing] -[bell dings]
Samantha, what's the big deal?
We laugh about this kinda stuff all the time.
-Fine. -Oh.
Samantha!
It's fine.
We better go, Carrie, we'll be late for the stylist.
Naughty, fabulous, camp...
Harlow.
No, no, no, no!
Well, I think it's a fantastic approach
and the publishers loved the idea.
They wanted me buck naked waiting for the M-11 bus.
[Samantha sighs]
I thought we said sexy chic.
Who is this stylist, Frederick's of Hollywood?
Oh, just go behind there and at least try one on.
I can't wear this.
I'm gonna look like an extra from Moulin Rouge.
You will not. The shoes are lined up in there,
scoot.
[man] Phone call, Dominique.
-Don't say "scoot." -[small laugh]
-[Stanford] Knock, knock. -Oh!
Nothing in here I haven't seen and ruled out in junior high.
-[kisses] -Hi.
Hello, doll, Carrie's changing.
Uh, Samantha... This is my boyfriend.
Marcus.
Oh, Papa's got himself a brand new bag.
[Samantha and Stanford laugh]
Carrie, come on out, I want to introduce you.
Uh...
Marcus Adant... Lady Marmalade.
Hi, Marcus. It's nice to meet you.
I don't usually dress like a high-class hooker.
That is not a hooker look.
Please! This screams hooker.
What respectable New York woman
would be caught dead wearing this?
I have one in red.
Am I a hooker?
Could you guys wait outside for a second?
We're just having some trouble deciding on my outfit.
No, no, no, let's get a second and, I might add, "gay" opinion.
Stanford, doesn't she look
-adorable in that? -Yes.
Stanford, isn't this the worst possible outfit for my cover?
Yes.
Well, what about you? What do you think of this?
It's not very modern.
Isn't he great?
He's great.
Can you wait outside for a second? Just a second?
-What do you think? -Yeah, great, great.
[door closes]
-[signal tone] -[speaker] Markie, Big Fly-Fly.
Samantha, I really appreciate the help.
But you and I have very different ideas
about what's sexy.
This is about the blow job, isn't it?
What?
One little blow job, and I'm a hooker with no taste.
This isn't about the blow job, this is about the book cover.
I don't feel comfortable being on a shelf
next to a biography of Eleanor Roosevelt
with my breasts hanging out.
What is the problem?
I've seen you at cocktail parties wearing not much else.
Na-uh. Not lately you haven't, and you know why?
'Cause it's time for ladies my age to cover it up.
We can't get away with the same stuff we used to.
Ha-ha. Meaning blow jobs.
Oh, Jesus, again with the blow jobs.
What is your problem?
I don't have a problem. You have a problem.
I have marabou-covered breasts,
that is my only problem.
I'm not blind.
I saw that look in your eye in my office.
-What look? -That judgmental look!
That wasn't judgment, that was shock.
I thought we were having lunch.
Are you telling me you have no judgment
about me and the World Wide Express guy?
No judgment.
But I do have a question. Will this relationship be
priority overnight or next day delivery?
Oh, come on, Samantha, lighten up, remember?
If I walked in on you
giving a blow job to a World Wide Express guy--
You would never walk in on me, because that is something
I would never do!
There.
And I cannot believe that you would judge me
after everything that we've been through.
[sighs]
Samantha, where are you going?
I'm gonna splash some water on my face and then I'm going home.
And I will not be judged by you or society.
I will wear whatever and blow whomever I want
as long as I can breathe and kneel.
[gasps]
[moaning]
[Carrie] That night, Miranda had gone from
facing her weight at Weight Watchers
to waiting for her Weight Watchers face.
[breathing heavily]
[Tom chuckles]
[Tom] Hey!
-Give me those gorgeous lips. -Stop, no, I can't do that.
-Why? What'd I do? -It's not you, it's me.
Literally me, I'm all over your face.
I'm all over.
Doesn't that happen to other guys?
Yes, but not so much.
So what are you saying?
-I'm a big fat sloppy eater? -No! No.
I'm just worried that I might be too many food points.
-You're making jokes? -That's what we do.
Miranda "Baby Weight."
[Tom sighs]
Yeah, but not when I'm vulnerable and naked.
I'm not comfortable at this weight.
Never mind.
You look great.
-Take a tissue. -I don't want a tissue.
-I want a pot pie. -You don't want a pot pie.
[Tom sighs]
Yeah, you're right, I want seven.
[Tom sighs]
I don't think we should see each other anymore.
I gotta concentrate on my diet.
[Miranda] Oh... Uh...
I-- I was just being silly.
Oh... Come back to bed.
Uh... do what you were doing.
You're good at it! Bon appétit!
[Carrie] The bad news was that from then on,
Miranda had to go downtown
to the notorious Weight Watchers meeting next to the Krispy Kreme
where she wouldn't bump into Tom.
The good news
was that she never wanted a glazed donut again.
[woman] Samantha Jones, please hold.
-Hey, Carrie. -Hi, is she in?
-Okay. -Hello? Uh-huh.
Is she alone?
-Okay. -Mm-hmm?
-[Carrie] Knock, knock. -[knocking]
See? Live it, learn it.
That's all I get for a tailor-made knock-knock joke?
That's better.
So...
Two days, four calls, no answer.
I know, sorry.
I've been busy.
Do we have to do this?
Can't we just pretend the whole thing didn't happen?
Well, sure, if we don't ever wanna talk on the phone again.
In a few days the whole thing will blow over.
That's an interesting choice of words.
Hm...
Look...
-I'm sorry-- -Carrie, stop.
I don't wanna do the I'm sorry stuff with you.
Anyone else but not you.
You and I are perfect.
Sweetie, as lovely as that idea sounds...
We're not perfect.
Well, we're pretty damn close.
Make no mistake about it, it's not my personal style.
But I really admire your ability
to put your sex life out there.
Thank you.
So, I brought some looks for my cover.
-I want your opinion. -You do?
Yeah, well, just... in there.
I did judge you.
Just a little.
And I feel bad,
especially in light of the fact that you were so good to me
during the whole Big-married man affair.
No, honey, it's not just you,
I judge me.
Ever since that fucking Richard,
I don't even know who I am anymore.
[Carrie] And just like that,
I realized what was under Samantha's fabulous cover.
And I'm sorry about the delivery guy.
I had no idea what that must have been like for you.
Until I walked in on Stanford getting a blow job from Marcus.
Oh yeah, he told me.
Oh! This is good.
-Yeah? -Just the jacket and legs?
With a sexy pair of shoes-- Wait, wait, wait!
Stanford was getting a blow job? I thought he would be--
You know, never mind, too judgmental.
Oh, honey, we all thought that.
[giggles]
[photographer] Right here at the camera.
[photographer] Love that smile.
-That looks great. -[Courtney] For the cover,
-you know, more... -Big smile.
-You look gorgeous. -...something.
-[Samantha] Wait, wait. -What?
[Carrie] Sometimes it takes a friend to make a picture perfect.
But a picture perfect friendship...
Well, that's just in books.
Yeah, that's right.
-You like it? -Yes.
-[assistant] Cable! -[Samantha laughs]
Isn't she fabulous?
[photographer] Big smile here at me, Cover Girl.