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A chic, unnamed café in a chic, unnamed part of Manhattan. CHARLOTTE , MIRANDA, and SAMANTHA are sipping chic, unnamed cocktails as they wait once again for CARRIE to arrive from her book tour in Paris.

MIRANDA There she is! There's our girl!

CARRIEOh my God, I am so glad to be home again! This was a whole lot different from my last trip to Paris with Aleksandr Petrovsky, let me tell you. But after I found Big in bed with two idiot-stick-figures-with- no-souls—twins!—just a couple weeks after we got back to New York, I knew I had to dump him forever. Luckily my latest book, All Men Suck, which bombed in the States, was a huge hit in France, where it was called Tous les Hommes sont Poo-Poo Têtes. So off I went on a spectacular book tour, though when I tried to check into the Plaza Athénée, where I lived with Alexandr, I got a shock—that suite we had was $1,900 a night! Guess those "large-scale light installations" brought in a lot of dough. Oh well, I was perfectly happy around the corner at the Hotel de Poubelle.

SAMANTHADid you meet any men over there?

CARRIEOnly poo-poo têtes. Um, Miranda, excuse me, but what in God's name are you wearing?!

MIRANDA Leather chaps. Maria loves me in leather chaps.

CARRIEMaria?

MIRANDA You remember Maria, Samantha's girlfriend from Season Four, Episode 51? She's with me now.

CARRIEOh my God, you're with Sonia Braga? What about Steve?

MIRANDA Oh my God, Carrie—after he talked about Scooby-Doo to the senior partners at my law firm's annual dinner for three hours, I knew he had to go. I mean, even Brady Hobbs-Brady doesn't watch cartoons anymore. Don't worry about Steve—he's living over that bar he owns with Aidan, and I'm paying him a fortune in alimony.

CARRIEAnd what's that in your nose?

MIRANDA A diamond lambda stud. I'm at Lambda Legal Defense Fund now, working for kids who have two mommies, just like Brady Hobbs-Brady.

CARRIESpeaking of kids, what the hell is that racket at the next table?

MIRANDA Charlotte's brood. She had to bring them with her—nanny's day off.

CHARLOTTE(voice rising): Mai Pang Goldenblatt, settle down and study your haftorah portion! Hussein Goldenblatt, a yarmulke is not a miniature Frisbee! No, Krishnamurti Goldenblatt, you may not go parasailing Friday night, that's the Sabbath! Latifah Goldenblatt, stop pulling Hiawatha Goldenblatt's hair or I won't help you with your Queen Esther costume!

CARRIE(whispering): How many kids does she have now?

SAMANTHANine—or maybe seven. She gave two to Sanford and Marcus when they got married in Provincetown.

CARRIESamantha, I'm so glad I got back from Europe in time for your big benefit.

SAMANTHAOh, thank God. The Cancer Is Crap party just wouldn't be the same without you, Carrie. You know, ever since I liquidated Samantha Jones Public Relations and dedicated myself to women's health issues with my new business partner—that nun, Julia Sweeney, who I met in the cancer doctor's waiting room—I have a whole new perspective.

CARRIEAnd talk about new perspectives—what's that on your feet? Flats?!?

SAMANTHA Lanvin ballet flats, if you please. Bunions, honey. No more heels. But who cares? I need to be able to run around town raising money for Cancer Is Crap. To tell you the truth, those heels were nothing but a pain in the behind.

CARRIEIs Smith proud of you?

SAMANTHASmith? Nah. Actually, we broke up. He wanted to have kids— he probably should have been with Charlotte in the first place. I mean, I'm not going to go through that petri dish business. When you're in your fifth decade—I mean fourth! What am I saying? Fourth! Fourth!—it's not so easy to have a little brat. Not that I want one . . .

CARRIESo no boyfriend now?

SAMANTHARemember the rich guy from Season Two, Episode 20? Donald Trump's friend?

CARRIEThe old guy with all the money? The one with the saggy ass and the Viagra?

SAMANTHAHis ass isn't that bad with the lights out, and let's face it, mine isn't getting any perkier. And I'll tell you something about Viagra, honey—it works.

CARRIESo you're with that guy now?

SAMANTHAHoney, he's the big bucks behind Cancer Is Crap. And I made Richard— that bastard—chip in a few dollars, too.

CARRIEYou're incredible!

SAMANTHAWell, this party is going to be incredible! We've closed all the streets in the meatpacking district, and everyone is coming: Candice Bergen—I mean Anna Wintour, with Wallace Shawn—the food writer; and the Turtle, and Charlotte's sidekick Anthony, and Magda the maid. And just for fun, all of Miranda's ex-boyfriends—Skipper, and the guy who liked to be spanked, the one who wanted do it in doorways, the jerk who was obsessed with models, the creep with the kid, the Catholic who made you feel dirty, and the phone-sex addict, and the sports-medicine doctor! And Carrie! Just for old time's sake, I'm having the guy who talked to his mother about his sex life, and the one who was in the mental institution, the fellow patient you met in the shrink's office, the youngster whose mom came home while you were smoking pot, the politician who liked to be peed on, and the friend's husband who exposed himself to you in the Hamptons, and the model you laid next to all night and didn't do anything with! And Berger, who broke up with you on a Post-It note! And the sailor from New Orleans you met during Fleet Week! And the . . .

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