[car horns honking]
[man] Taxi!
[Carrie] In autumn, New Yorkers treat every nice day
as if it could be their last.
I'd have another if you would. What do you say?
-You're a bad influence. -[laughs]
[old woman] I waited and waited!
[old man] You said to meet you at the subway.
I was at the subway!
I was at the foot of the stairs!
You was at the subway?
You was in the subway!
Oh, you don't know how to give directions, I waited...
That's gonna be us in 30 years.
Please don't say that.
I'm kidding, that could never be us.
That already was us, remember?
Yeah, but that was then.
Okay, so for the future, I don't want to become that.
[Steve laughs]
Okay, I don't want you to worry about becoming that.
Okay, I won't.
-All right. -Anything else we don't want?
Yeah.
I don't want you paying for these beers.
-[Miranda laughs] -I'm serious. Your turn.
Okay. I don't want to become your mother.
-That's a good one. -[Miranda laughs]
I don't want to slack off like I used to.
I don't want to be so moody. This is fun.
I don't want to lose you again.
Even if I screw up all the other stuff,
that's the one that matters.
I don't want to lose you either.
Will you marry me?
[chuckles]
Are you serious?
Yes. Will you?
Hell yeah!
[Carrie] Some couples have to say their "I don'ts"
before they can ever imagine saying their "I dos."
[playing piano]
80 blocks and a world away,
I was enjoying a different kind of happy hour.
At Aleksandr Petrovsky's.
That's pretty. What is that?
[mouthing]
Oh, the berries.
This little tune I made up for you.
[laughingly] What? No, you didn't.
Yes, I did.
"La Femme Avec Les Yeux Lumineux."
Which means "Woman with luminous,
uh, shining, sparkling eyes."
Hm.
[Miranda] That is the cheesiest thing I have ever heard in my life.
Ick!
I know, I can't even look at you all right now,
I'm so embarrassed.
Well, it all sounds very old-world to me.
-Very 18th century Russia. -[Carrie] Yes,
and I live in New York City, circa now.
I think it's romantic if someone offers me a seat on the subway.
That is romantic.
We are just starved for real romance,
and that is the sad truth.
I'm not starved.
Smith is in L.A. for the week,
and he calls me every night before he goes to sleep.
Phone sex doesn't count.
Well, I'm drinking a glass of wine while we do it.
I want to hear more about the romance.
What else? What else did he do?
Well, there was one more thing,
but if I tell you, it'll be the ick heard 'round the world.
It will not.
You know the song that he wrote for me?
-Yeah... Ick. -Well...
It had a name.
"La Femme Avec Les Yeux Lumineux."
[Charlotte] "The Woman With Eyes That..."
"Sparkle."
What's French for ick?
Eek.
And I swear to you, while he was playing it,
I floated up out of my body and I was on the ceiling
looking down at myself thinking... Come on!
He's just expressing genuine emotion in an old-fashioned way.
But it's not genuine, it's pure show.
I can't stand all that artificial hoo-hah.
That's why I proposed to Steve over three-dollar beers.
You proposed?
You proposed... marriage?
Okay, everybody, stop.
It's not a big deal, I am not "engaged,"
I'm not doing the big circus wedding.
There will be no white dress or bridesmaids, or posed pictures.
I hate all that shit.
Well, that's your choice.
Every bride has to find her own style.
Well, when is it gonna be?
As soon as I can find some place that doesn't make me hurl.
It's just going to be a simple, nothing thing.
I don't even care about the wedding,
I just want to be with Steve.
[tearful] Oh, Miranda...
Okay, this is exactly what I don't want.
No tears.
[tearful] Oh my God...
[tearful] I can't believe it...
That's it, you're all freaking me out.
Samantha, I expected more from you.
[Charlotte] He just felt inspired to write her a song
and then he played it for her.
Isn't that the most romantic thing you've ever heard?
Yeah, not bad.
I used to play clarinet when I was little.
This is so good, you have to have some.
Doesn't that taste like real butter pecan?
Okay, if that's what we're playing.
Sure, I can pretend this whipped flavored air is the real thing.
-[giggles] -Yum!
I mean, it's like something out of a Victorian novel.
people just don't do those things anymore.
Hey, I can be romantic, too, you know.
Oh, honey, I know you can.
I think it's romantic that you walk me to
Tasti-D-Lite every night.
Don't humor me,
I know how to do romance right.
It's not just for foo-foo foreigners.
-In fact... -Mm.
In fact, I'm gonna take you out
for a real romantic night on the town. Mm-hm.
Wining and dining, baby.
-Really? -You bet.
Let me get another lick of that...
-Mmm. -Uh-huh.
I don't want to make a big entrance.
I don't want everyone staring at me.
[Carrie] And from licking to lugging...
I just want it to feel like us. Like,
not like one of those millions of cookie-cutter weddings
I've had to suffer through.
How do we do that?
What about one of those boat rides
that goes all around the island?
-That's different. -[laughs]
We're not boat people.
When have we ever been on a boat together, ever?
Okay, you got a better idea?
[Miranda] Oh, shit!
Oh, shit. Agh!
This is so us, we are pathetic.
This gum is like superglue.
Look at this.
You see, we're bag people, not boat people.
We should get married right here in this mess.
We're gonna have to if I can't get this gum off.
[small laughs]
[Miranda] Hey...
That's a nice garden.
Yeah, it's pretty.
[Miranda] But not corny.
What do you think?
I don't hate it.
[Carrie] The only thing harder than choosing a spot
for your wedding when you hate weddings...
What about a guest book?
[Carrie] ...is choosing a wedding gift
for your friend who hates weddings.
Sweetie, there's gonna be like eight of us there.
There's no one to keep track of.
I can't believe Miranda is getting married.
-Mm... -This is pretty.
Oh, she'll hate that. Too domestic.
And too bridey.
Yeah, let's try not to piss her off.
Well, maybe we should just buy her a stapler,
and wrap it in brown paper and just smear some dog poo on it.
Do you think she'd be comfortable with that?
Fine, we'll get the dish.
Ladies, I have something to tell you,
and you're not going to like it.
If you get married and leave me all alone I will kill you.
As you know, I have always loved my body just the way it is.
My legs are fantastic,
I have killer abs, my ass is perfection...
Is this the part we're not gonna like?
But I have decided, after careful consideration,
that I might be ready for bigger boobs.
Since when?
Since I had a cold, hard dose of reality...
from this.
-Look. -You're in In Touch magazine?
And that's your source of reality?
Yes, they named Smith Jerrod the number one hot guy to watch,
they followed him all over town for a week.
I'm in half the pictures. See,
there are my boobs on Wednesday.
See how small they are?
There they are again on Thursday, teeny-tiny...
And there they are having lunch,
you can barely see them, I should've brought my loop.
I can't believe you would actually consider
having a boob job.
I can't believe you went to Planet Hollywood.
You are a confident, intelligent woman.
Why would you want to look like a bimbo?
I wouldn't be getting the watermelon freak-show kind.
I'd get something tasteful, something like...
yours.
Yours are good.
-Mine? -Mm.
[soft laughs] Thanks.
What's wrong with mine?
Well, they're not bad, either. Let's see...
Okay, alright... [laughing] Get hers!
[Carrie laughs] No.
[rain pattering]
[Carrie] A few days later, the rain came...
Listen, you'll like this poem.
Poem?
And so did the poetry.
"So long had life together been that
once the snow began to fall,
it seemed unending that least the flakes
should make her eyelids wince.
I'd shield them with my hand,
and they, pretending not to believe the cherishing of eyes,
would beat against my palm like butterflies..."
Ee-yow. That is some serious stuff.
-Had enough, huh? -No.
No, it's beautiful...
Um...
How about I read you a little bit of my favorite poetry?
Please.
"Cocktails at Tiffany's calls for classic charm.
Oscar De La Renta sleeveless silk faille,
full-skirted dress, with black patent leather bow belt."
Now that is pure poetry.
Oscar is a good friend of mine.
I'll tell him you like the dress.
Oscar?
You call him Oscar?
It's his name, isn't it?
So, you feel uncomfortable with the poetry.
Why is that?
Look, I'm sorry,
perhaps we were not properly introduced.
I write a column based on the assumption
that romance is either dead or just...
phony.
You think I'm phony?
No, no, no, not at all.
No, I'm the one that feels like a phony.
Frankly, I'm just not used to these grand gestures.
You mean no other man...
No one ever read you a little poem, or--
Played a little music for you?
Um...
No.
No, they have not.
Wow.
Oh, okay.
I'm in over my head, where are you?
Shopping for a wedding dress on my lunch hour.
I said no white, no ivory,
No nothing that says virgin.
I have a child, the jig is up.
[Carrie] Okay, so...
yesterday, the Russian read me a Russian poem,
but, you know, in English.
Are you just making this stuff up now?
No. And this might sound crazy,
but I don't think it's an act.
I think he actually means it.
That doesn't make it okay.
Has he considered your feelings?
You're right, he's a selfish pig.
[Miranda laughs] I'm serious.
I think you should tell him that this whole romance thing
gives you the icks, turns your stomach,
and that he's dating you, not Anna Karenina.
[Carrie] Okay, I'll tell him that.
I can't tell him that.
And let me ask you something, if you're so anti-romance,
why are you having a wedding at all?
Why not just go down to city hall and get it over with?
You know, I thought about that, but then I realized,
I actually do want to say those vows out loud,
to Steve, in front of the people I care about.
Are you gagging over there?
No, the opposite. My God, Miranda.
You were my cynical touchstone.
Do you promise to still be cynical,
even after you're married?
I do.
I have got to go, there's a big pile of tutus coming at me.
Okay, we need to have another talk.
[Carrie] One of the great things about living in New York City
is that you don't have to sugarcoat your feelings.
But have New York women
settled for a sugar-free existence as well?
We accept Tasti-D-Lite instead of real ice cream.
E-mails instead of love songs, jokes instead of poetry.
It's no wonder that when faced with the real thing,
we can't stomach it.
Is it something we could learn to digest, or...
Have we become romance-intolerant?
Et puis, for the troisieme course,
we would like the foie gras,
followed by the boeuf bourguignon,
avec les legumes a la creme...
[Carrie] It was Harry's version of a serenade,
and Charlotte ate it right up.
Et en fin, the plat du fromage.
The plate or the cart?
We have a lovely cheese cart.
Mais, oui! Bring us the cart!
Tout suite for my sweetie.
[small laughs] I had no idea you could speak French so well, honey.
The French learned romance from me, bébé.
[small laughs]
[Carrie] Downtown, in the name of boob job research,
Samantha decided to go where the biggest crop
would be on display.
Some were little boobs...
-Ooh, that's okay. -Not so bad.
Not too small.
[Carrie] Some were big boobs...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
[Carrie] Some were ridiculously big boobs...
[man] Oh, boy.
[man 2] Okay, that's my wife, right there.
[Carrie] And then, there were the two biggest boobs of all,
right beside her.
Wow.
Can I get you something?
You either have the most naturally
beautiful breasts I've ever seen,
or I need the name of your doctor.
You want Dr. Bevel.
He's the best.
They've paid for themselves in tips alone.
Hmm.
[Carrie] Meanwhile, back in the 18th century...
Oh, I'm sorry. Is this a formal sleepover?
[breathy laughs]
Actually, there's an opening at the Met tonight.
It's La Traviata. And you're going with me.
Man, I was this close to throwing on my ball gown,
but I ignored my instincts.
Alright, I'll go home and change?
No, no, no. It would be much faster. Come in.
Come on, open it.
[gasping] Oh...
[breathy laughs]
Tonight, only your poetry, not mine.
From the magazine.
You like it?
[Carrie] If I had been on a romance-free diet,
this seemed like a good time to binge.
[Charlotte] That was the most romantic, elegant...
[stomach groaning]
Pardon me, that was weird. [laughs]
[Charlotte giggles]
Decadent, seven-course--
[stomach groaning]
I'm sorry, honey.
Oh, boy--
Are you okay?
[stomach groaning]
Honey?
Are you gonna be long in there?
[Harry] Uh, maybe.
Oh, definitely. Why?
That's okay, I'll go to the other one.
[Carrie] When you splurge on a romantic seven-course meal,
you generally want to remember every bite.
There was the soup course. The dessert course...
And all those other yummy courses in between...
[Harry] That's gotta be it.
I'm done.
[Carrie] Harry and Charlotte had romance shooting out of them
every 20 minutes...
Oh, I'm not.
[Carrie] ...for the rest of the night.
I wouldn't go in there, if I were you.
It's not pleasant.
I can't make it to the other one!
[Harry] It's the fucking fromage.
[Charlotte] Oh!
That fucking fromage!
Uh-oh. Oh, oh, look out, I'm coming in.
[Carrie] Surviving a night of food poisoning together
wasn't the stuff of great romance,
but it was the stuff of lasting love.
[man] I thought it starts at 7:30.
[woman] No, it's 8:00. We're fine.
[Carrie] Meanwhile, a funny thing happened on the way to the opera.
[string instruments playing]
Wait, wait.
What?
This music, this place.
You.
[giggles]
Isn't it perfect?
Would you dance with me?
[Carrie] It was the most romantic moment...
-[man] Whoa, stop, stop. -[woman] What?
-[man] My God, that lady fell! -Hey, hey, hey? Are you okay?
-[woman] Is she alright? -You okay, hey?
No.
It's too much.
I'm an American.
You gotta take it down a notch...
-[woman] Does she need any help? -[man] No, he's got it.
And then a Quarter Pounder with cheese, um, McNuggets...
Would you like to super-size that?
Can you handle it?
Absolutely.
I'm sorry about the opera.
Don't be silly.
Another time, another dress.
May I offer you a fry?
Mm...
They're French...
Oh, then...
Hm.
Mm.
[Carrie and Aleksandr] Mm... [laughs]
Okay, I think I might be up for a quick spin now.
If you'll still have me.
Of course.
[cashier] That'll be $9.54.
[Carrie] And there, beneath the fluorescent moonlight,
I was finally laughing with romance,
and not at it.
And if I went any bigger than this,
I'd think I'd look ridiculous, don't you?
-Well, that's not my work. -Oh.
But I did hers.
And hers right before the Golden Globes.
Wow, they're winners.
Other arm, please.
Mm.
I have an event in two months
that I'd really like to have a little cleavage for.
Hmm.
Will they be up and running by then?
Ms. Jones, you have a lump
I'd like you to have checked out before we begin our work.
It's right here, you can feel it yourself.
Are you kidding?
[Dr. Bevel] No, I'm afraid not.
Okay, but it's not serious, right?
Well, it's probably just a cyst,
but we want to be absolutely sure.
I'd like you to have it looked at as soon as possible, okay?
[Carrie] By Miranda's wedding day,
I thought the whole world had gone romantic
when Samantha insisted on picking me up in a cab.
What has come over you?
This is a hundred blocks out of your way.
So, now we're going to 10th and 6th Avenue, please.
-Boy, you look nice. -Well, so do you.
Thank you.
So, I had my breast consultation
with the plastic surgeon.
Please tell me you've changed your mind.
Well, not exactly.
He found a lump, and I had it biopsied,
and it turns out I have cancer.
You... What? When?
Well, I had it biopsied on Wednesday and I found out yesterday.
I'm gonna give you all the information
and I don't want you to get upset or start worrying,
and the only reason I'm telling you now
and not later is I didn't want to accidentally blurt out,
"I have cancer," in the middle of Miranda's wedding.
Could you please take Fifth? Broadway's a disaster.
Okay, I'm listening.
And please don't tell Charlotte and Miranda.
I don't want to ruin their days, too.
Of course, whatever you say.
So what exactly do you know?
Well, just that there are cancer cells
and I had a mammogram, and they think it's small,
which is a good sign.
And I won't know anything else
until they take the fucker out next week,
so there, now you know everything
and we can talk about something else.
So, do you like my skunk?
Well, thank you for telling me.
Sure.
I'm sorry to put a big cloud over the whole day.
Samantha--
I know I'm gonna be fine, I know that.
It's just...
I don't want to lose my breasts.
They're fabulous.
-[giggles] They are. -[Samantha laughs]
[Steve] For better or worse.
[officiant] For richer or poorer.
[Steve] For richer or poorer.
[officiant] To love and to cherish, as long as we both shall live.
[officiant]
This is my solemn vow.
Now Miranda.
I, Miranda Hobbes...
[officiant]
Take you, Steve Brady...
[officiant]
To be my husband...
Look, mommy and daddy are getting married.
[officiant]
For richer or poorer...
In sickness and in health...
[officiant] To love and to cherish, as long as we both shall live.
[Miranda] To love and to cherish, as long as we both shall live.
This is my solemn vow.
[officiant] Do you promise to uphold these vows
you've made here today, witnessed by your closest
friends and family?
I do.
[officiant] With the power vested in me by the state of New York,
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
-[church bell tolling] -[clapping]
C'mon, everybody, it's happy time. [laughs]
C'mon, it's happy time. [laughs]
[Magda] C'mon, it's happy time!
[Carrie] The one wedding ritual Miranda never had a problem with
was the part where everyone eats.
And so we did.
Samantha, you look so pretty today.
Thanks, I have cancer.
-What? -Are you all okay with drinks?
Uh, no, we're not okay with drinks. Keep 'em coming.
Cool.
I like the color of your dress.
Oh, thank you.
I admire you for not pretending.
Listen, we're family now
and there's something private I want to tell you...
Oh, you don't have to.
The day I married Steve's father, I wore white.
But I shouldn't have.
I slipped.
Once, God forgive me.
Don't tell Steve.
When I walked down that aisle at Saint Agnes...
I had a white dress on-- on the outside,
and my little Jackie on the inside.
[small laughs]
Steve?
Hey, Ma.
-What? [laughs] -Ya still hungry?
C'mon, let's get some chow.
Oh my God, I am legally bound to Steve's mother.
-Hi again. -There she is.
Congratulations!
What, why are you being weird?
We're not being weird.
No, we're just talking.
About me, right?
You think I'm an asshole,
that I've become one of them, that I'm a Stepford bride.
-God, no! -No!
Then tell me what you're talking about.
I'll tell you tomorrow,
I don't want to ruin your special day.
Forget about my special fucking day and be normal.
Please, I beg of you.
I have breast cancer.
What?
See?
Now it's my special fucking day. Hmph!
You have breast cancer?
Hey, no tears.
Miranda, I expected more from you.
See, this is what we were afraid of.
Go back to your people, we'll talk about this later.
You are my people and we'll talk about it now!
Now, start at the beginning.
You are the bossiest bride in the world.
Yes, I am. And you have to do everything I say.
Ooh.
Now start talking.
Okay, do you remember when I wanted...
[Carrie] For better or for worse,
we were all ourselves that day.
Just the way Miranda wanted it.