When you live in New York City,
it can take all your energy to stay in Vogue.
So when Enid Frick, my old boss at Vogue,
wanted to meet me for lunch,
I was eager to hear what she had for me.
Carrie, I need to ask you a favor.
Apparently, this would be about what I had for her.
I wanted to invite you
to a party that I'm throwing a week from Saturday.
It's for an amazing couple, Rama Patel and Andre DiBiachi.
They make documentary films...
Oh, well, unless I'm doing the catering,
it sounds like a fun favor.
There'll be a lot of couples from the art world
and I thought maybe you could bring your Aleksandr Petrovsky.
-Done, is that it? -No,
I was hoping you might--
I can't believe I have to ask this.
Does he have a single friend that you could bring along...
for me?
-A date? -Well, the thing is,
it's shaping up to be mostly couples,
and I'm not a couple.
And there are no exciting prospects,
so I thought that
someone from his crowd might be right for me.
Please never mention this conversation to anyone
at Conde Nast.
Excuse me, do you know what you want?
Ah, yes, I'll have the Dorado.
Ah, the Dorado, this is a much larger fish,
so this fish we recommend for two people.
See? You have to be a couple just to order lunch in this town.
I'll have the Dorado as well.
Do you even like Dorado?
Because if this is a pity Dorado, I can have crab cakes.
We'll have the Dorado.
Very good.
Um, the only thing is,
I'm not sure if Aleksandr is a, uh...
"Let's set people up" kind of guy.
Carrie, I got you a job, you get me a man.
Later that evening,
the couple I was in had a couple of hours
to prepare a dinner party for a couple of couples.
Your friends enjoy red wine?
My friends enjoy all wine.
Yes. We'll have the Barolo.
Hey, uh, do you have any single male friends?
-Are you tired of me already?
It's... It's for this... friend of mine.
I have a friend...
He's a food critic.
Perfect!
Is this really how one finds love?
No, it's just what we do to distract ourselves
until the real thing comes along.
Now I have a question for you.
Oh, sorry, all my friends are taken.
Wow.
I've never said that before. Hm.
You know, I'll be in Paris for some time with my exhibition.
I'm going next week, and I am not sure when I'll come back.
Unfortunately, having a man leave me for Paris
was not foreign to me.
I am hoping you will come, huh?
Sure, I'll come for the opening, and um...
Maybe another weekend also.
No, you misunderstand.
I am hoping you'll come and be with me.
In Paris?
Yes.
For... who knows when we'll come back?
Yes. I need you there.
But this was foreign to me.
-Ah, the caviar.
For most women, the goal of a dinner party
is to have your friends feel comfortable
around your boyfriend.
I think my maid is using my vibrator.
Other times you wish your friends were not
quite so comfortable.
I don't think you're supposed to say maid anymore.
I don't think we're supposed to say "vibrator" over dinner.
I'm telling you, I went into the kitchen to get it--
Wait, why was it in the kitchen?
I like to mix it up.
But yesterday, the batteries were dead.
They were new the last time I used it,
and I haven't used it since Smith came back.
Oh, baby, that's sweet.
Now, maybe in the other republics
people like to share vibrators, but this is America.
Land of plenty!
I think you could have a potential lawsuit on your hands.
What, breaking and vibrating?
As long as it's not entering.
That's a beautiful piano. You play?
-Yeah, I do. -Yeah?
You know any Billy Joel?
Mm. I am not familiar...
"Uptown Girl"?
"Always a Woman"?
"Piano Man"?
Tell us about your sculpture exhibition in Paris.
They are not technically...
sculpture.
Oh, sorry.
They're, uh, large scale light installations
integrated with video imaging--
That's... That's fine.
I don't like Paris. Too much attitude,
and what's with the toilet paper?
Paris is the best city in the world.
Easy, fella, you're talking to New Yorkers here.
New York is wonderful, but there is nowhere like Paris.
You'll see, Carrie.
Are you going for the opening?
Yes, she's coming with me...
To live.
Uh... Well, we...
No, we hadn't actually discussed the details,
but yes, I have been invited to go to Paris.
Later, my friends wanted a tour of the apartment,
A.K.A. "Time to ask me what the hell was going on."
You would go live with him?
I... I don't know--
When were you planning to tell us?
No, no, he just sprang this on me two hours ago.
-How long would you go? -Where would you live?
Is there a guest room?
Are you really thinking of going?
I'm not sure!
I haven't digested it yet.
I'm still digesting dinner.
-This is so exciting! -I know!
My boyfriend has just asked me to go to Paris with him!
This is the most romantic thing that has ever happened to me.
What do you think they're doing down there?
Not having a Billy Joel sing-along, that's for sure.
Ladies, time's up.
I can't pretend to be one of the boys any longer.
So, I spoke to my girlfriends
and they have a few questions about Paris.
But you are the one who's going.
Well, we don't know about that yet.
I mean...
How could this work? Would I get my own place?
Why would you get your own place?
Well, I don't know.
I've never done this before.
You'll live with me.
I have a beautiful apartment on the Left Bank,
but it's being remodeled,
so we would stay at the Plaza Athénée.
Okay, but are we talking a year?
Indefinitely? Don't I need to learn French?
Would I be able to work there?
And what about my cell phone? Would it work there?
So many questions.
Which is yours?
I can't remember. I think I drank
too much Barolo at dinner.
Okay, here's one of mine.
What about my apartment here? Would I sublet it?
I will pay for your apartment.
Well, that's crazy, I can't let you do that.
No, why?
I have plenty of money.
What I don't have... Plenty of Carrie Bradshaws.
And I've always wanted to learn French,
and drink wine before noon,
so, basically it's my fantasy complete with Parisian parties
and museum openings.
But for how long?
As long as it's fun. Indefinitely.
-So you'd be moving there. -No,
'cause I'd still have my apartment here.
Which he'd be paying for.
He can certainly afford it.
Do you think you might get married?
No, that's...
I don't think that's the point.
Then what is he promising you?
Um, the world?
But what about your job?
Your column is all about New York.
You're all about New York. How would you--
I don't know!
How can you people still have questions?
I got all your questions answered,
and they were good answers, by the way,
so this is the time when...
everybody should be really excited for me.
Well, we are excited, it's fabulous.
No, forget it, forget it.
No, I think it's really romantic.
Then stop killing it with questions.
We just want to make sure you think this through.
I am thinking it through, but it's a nice offer,
and it would be nice if my friends could be happy for me.
Especially, when I've always been happy for them.
Carrie, we are happy for you.
Anyone wanna talk about cancer?
Anybody?
They say the unexamined life is not worth living,
but what if the examining becomes your life?
Is that living or just procrastinating?
And...
What if all those "helpful" lunches
and late night phone calls to friends have made us
all girl talk and no girl action?
Is it time to stop questioning?
Certain questions should never be asked by anyone,
especially a husband...
You think someone's getting a little chunky?
Harry!
I'm talking about the dog!
Elizabeth Taylor had gained four pounds, which...
for a dog who used to weigh eight pounds, seemed excessive.
Hi. Can you tell me where the diet dog food is?
Oh, a Cavalier.
She's beautiful. May I?
Yes, she is beautiful, but she's getting a little...
...fat.
Oh, she's not fat.
You're right, that is an ugly word. She's...
full-figured.
No, she's pregnant.
Honey!
I got your message.
So the dog's knocked-up?
Yes, she's pregnant.
Because everyone around me gets pregnant.
Just not me.
It's not like she planned it.
She's a dog.
Exactly!
She's not even thinking about it and bam!
On her first try...
Well, it might have been her first time,
but it was with at least eight dogs.
Eight mutts!
And now we are gonna have to raise her whole trampy
un-pedigreed family!
Elizabeth...
Mommy can't look at you right now.
Miranda just doesn't like him.
This is all about Billy Joel.
It's not about Billy Joel, it's about you.
We're not going to encourage you to cross an ocean.
We're selfish bitches who like you in New York.
Well, I like me in New York, too. But I really
like him. He's great, isn't he?
Yes. A bit arrogant,
but he's got the goods to back it up.
And he can be really sweet.
Then he's got it all.
Then why does Miranda not like him?
Oh, she doesn't not like him. She doesn't know him.
She didn't try to get to know him.
She didn't ask him one question all night,
and she is all about the questions.
Well, here's a question. Why do you care?
Have you ever heard me once ask what anybody thinks
about my boyfriend?
I've never heard you use the term boyfriend.
My point is... it doesn't matter.
Nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors.
You know the most annoying thing?
-What's annoying? -Miranda has a point.
What about work and...
everything?
Maybe I can't leave New York.
I don't know how I'd do someplace else.
Believe me, your fabulousness will translate.
And nobody says he gets to dictate the terms.
Figure out how to do it so you're comfortable.
Maybe half the time you're there,
half the time I'm there.
Well, now you're being too supportive.
Voulez-vous aller à la discothèque?
Voulez-vous aller à l'aéroport
Voulez-vous aller o restaurant?
Later, I still had questions filling my head,
but at least they were in French...
Are you coming?
Yeah, I-- I'm just putting my earrings on.
No, to Paris.
Oh.
Well...
I haven't decided yet.
I'm inviting you to go to France, not to jail.
I just have--
More questions?
Is it possible?
Uh... Things to figure out.
My whole life is here.
Could-- Could we...
stay in New York and then just go to Paris
for a few months for your show?
Then it wouldn't feel like we're moving.
I need to be in Paris now.
I have been here for three years.
I'm finished with New York.
It's time for Paris.
But... I'm not finished with New York.
Uh, maybe we could...
do long-distance for a while.
You mean, back and forth?
It's never worked for me.
You know, someone meets someone, someone gets bored.
I don't know.
Voulez-vous an ultimatum?
Normally, a couple doesn't go from an ultimatum to a party,
but we were in charge
of bringing something very important.
Carrie, so glad you came.
Oh, hi. Uh, Enid...
-This is-- -Aleksandr Petrovsky.
I'm thrilled.
Pleasure to meet you.
And this is... Martin Grable...
Hi.
Looks like it's gonna start snowing out there,
they say it's gonna be reminiscent of the '74 nor'easter.
Hello.
Martin is a food critic for Bon Appetit.
Fascinating.
Uh, the coat check is right around the corner.
He's very sweet. And smart.
He's a hobbit.
Carrie Bradshaw!
Where the fuck have you been hiding!
Lexi Featherston was one of New York's legendary party girls,
who always ended up on Page Six because of her bar hopping
and her bed hopping.
I'm gonna go up to the roof and have a smoke,
I'll be back in five.
He's just so pretentious.
Are we still talking about him?
It's not him. I've been thinking about this,
and it's how she is around him.
She's different, and not in a good way.
She didn't laugh all night.
Not once.
Miranda, no offense, but you never think anyone
is good enough for you and your friends.
You didn't think I was good enough.
That's not true.
Yes, it is, and it's fine. I knew you'd come around.
"Large scale light installations."
-What the fuck is that?
Alright, he is kind of full of himself, but--
-Thank you! -Let's not wake the kid, huh?
Miranda... If she moves, it'll be okay.
You'll talk, you'll visit.
I bet she won't go.
She can't leave New York. She's got too much here.
Yeah, the best raw milk white cheddar I ever had was from a farm in...
guess where?
Oh, I don't--
-New York! -Oh.
We now rival England for the best cheddar in the world.
An hour later, I had somehow ended up on Enid's date...
-Thanks. -Actually,
raw milk couldn't even be used in the States
until recently because it isn't pasteurized.
I mean, it basically goes from the cow right to you.
And Enid had somehow ended up on mine.
That's priceless! I never liked I.M. Pei either.
Oh, Martin, can you excuse me just for a minute?
-Sure. -Thank you.
Excuse me.
I have to tell you, I have been a fan of your work
for longer than I'd like to admit.
I have been doing my work for longer than I'd like to admit.
-Hi. -Oh, Carrie, I love this man.
Yes, I see that.
Would anybody like a drink?
Oh, are you always this attentive?
I'd love a vodka martini.
-Carrie? -Oh, no, I'm fine, thanks.
One vodka martini coming up.
Oh, Carrie, why aren't I with him?
Because I am?
What are you doing?
What?
Alright, I'm sorry. It's not fair.
He's my age and you've got him and...
And I am in no-man's land, literally.
Uh... No man anywhere.
Men can date anyone, any age, but let's be frank,
most of them prefer the bimbos, so...
if you're a successful 50-something woman,
there's a very small pool--
It's... It's very small--
It's a wading pool, really.
So why are you swimming in my wading pool?
It was another question I wasn't prepared to answer.
I need to go to the bathroom.
Yeah, it's down the hall.
Outside, the snow was starting to come down.
And inside, it was going up.
Hey, want some?
Oh. No, thanks.
Close the door, close the door.
Wow, do people still do coke?
Uh, no, unfortunately.
God, Carrie, I'm 40 years old.
Can you fucking believe it? Don't answer that.
Remember when we used
to go to Tunnel. We were like, five.
Need to use the john?
Oh, no, I was just trying to get away for a minute.
Oh, Euro-intellectuals.
I don't know why I pulled strings to get an invite
to this piece of shit party.
I'm so glad to see you though.
We're the only two single girls here!
Well, actually, I'm with someone.
Fuck you!
And speaking of little piece of shit parties...
Babe!
No, Harry, I cannot come to bed right now
because someone left me a little present,
because someone is too pregnant to hold it in.
Yeah, well "someone" isn't holding it in anymore.
In fact, someone is giving birth in the bathroom.
-Right now? -Honey, it's time.
Elizabeth Taylor, mommy's coming!
That night, Charlotte embraced her maternal instinct...
and three puppies.
Aw, little, little babies.
And I embraced my boyfriend...
for as long as I still had him.
So, now Rama and I split our time between
Los Angeles and Calcutta.
He splits his time.
Rama hates Los Angeles.
Frozen yogurt is not culture.
So she stays in our home in Calcutta
while I edit our movies in Los Angeles.
But I get "final Calcutta."
Nice to meet both of you.
-You, too. -Nice meeting you.
So, they aren't together all the time, they seem happy.
Carrie, I don't want that.
I want... you wake up, you see me, I see you,
we go for dinner, we sit in cafés... life.
Well, I want you every day too, but I have a life here.
Yes.
But what do you want to come home to?
What do you want your life to be?
Carrie, do you have a lighter?
No, sorry, I don't smoke anymore.
Oh, fuck you!
Anyway, I'm just a huge fan of the pomegranate.
Do either of you have a light?
There's no smoking in here, please go outside.
There is no outside. It's fucking snowing.
Ooh, a candle.
She was rather rude.
I don't even know how she got in here.
Hey, how do you open this fucking thing?
Excuse me. Miss, could you keep it down?
You keep it down.
Fuckin' geriatrics.
Now, our hostess has already said there's no smoking.
When did everybody stop smoking?
When did everybody pair off?
This used to be the most exciting city in the world
and now it's nothing but smoking near a fucking open window.
New York is over.
O-V-E-R!
Over. No one's fun anymore!
Whatever happened to fun?
God, I'm so bored I could die!
-Whoa, oh... Ah!
It was the first time Lexi had ever left a party early.
An hour later, the snow really started to fall.
The first time that winter.
And it didn't stop.
The city... was silent.
There were no more questions.
Only white noise.
I want to go to Paris.
It was a day made for first snows...
-Look, Brady. Look!
-Snow angels...
Ah! Whoo!
And staying home with family.
See that?
That's called snow.
Two days later, we said goodbye
to our snow angel.
Wait, she tripped on her Manolo?
Stanny, the girl died. It's sad, the end.
I'll say it's sad.
The "scan-dal" of the New York social scene,
and I missed it.
I need details, last words.
"I'm so bored, I could die."
No.
Hey! Hi.
-Hey. -Hey.
This funeral is better than fashion week.
I know! Marcus is saving us seats next to Hugh Jackman.
I'll see you in there.
I didn't know Lexi had so many friends.
Well, she wasn't always so tragic. Remember the '80s?
She was the "it" girl.
I thought I was the "it" girl.
Well, it's your word against a dead girl's, so you win.
You guys, we're supposed to be in mourning.
We are.
It's the end of an era.
Yep, the party's officially over.
Ladies, if you are single in New York after a certain point,
there is nowhere to go but down.
18 stories down to be exact.
I'm going...
-to Paris.
That's so exciting!
-Good for you.
Because you're afraid of going out a window?
No.
Because I want to open a new one.
What about your job?
I quit.
What?
-When did you-- -Stop.
We are done with the question portion of the program.
I'm happy.
I'm going.
Now, let's go say goodbye to Lexi.
Well, it really is the end of an era.
After the funeral, a couple of friends
walked a couple of blocks.
You want to go get something to eat?
I'm not hungry, but I'll go sit with you.
Okay.
Isn't Gordon's around here?
It's two blocks.
I can't believe you quit your job.
Couldn't you write the column there?
No. They weren't really into my "American Girl in Paris" angle.
New York paper, New York girl--
It got to be such a hassle, so...
Huh.
Are they gonna have someone new write it or...?
Don't know.
Probably some 29-year-old single girl with all new problems.
I think you're making a mistake.
-Miranda, please. -Carrie,
you can't quit your column.
It's who you are.
No, it's not who I am,
it's what I do.
That's my column.
You know, I think I should go home.
What? I'm not allowed to have an opinion?
You have an opinion.
You've had it for quite some time.
What are you gonna do over there without your job? Eat croissants?
Why can't you be happy for me?
I'm sorry, but--
I don't understand why you have to move away
and give up your life?
You moved to Brooklyn!
That's just Brooklyn.
I cannot stay in New York and be single for you.
-What? -This is about you.
As long as I'm here, in the same place,
writing my column, then nothing has really changed.
-No, this is about you. -No,
you moved on, Charlotte's moved on,
even Samantha's moved on.
I can stay here and write about my life
or I can go with him and live my life.
You mean his life.
Carrie, I love you, come on!
Just say it! You don't like him!
Fine, I don't like him!
Then don't you go to Paris with him!
You're living in a fantasy!
Maybe I was living in a fantasy,
but I found a man who could make it a reality.
And I wasn't going to question any of it.
Not even how he found a horse-drawn sleigh
in the middle of Manhattan.