Here are some things
I love about New York:
That week in spring when it's warm,
but not hot...
...and the trees
are just beginning to bloom.
Men in suits.
Three papers and gossip columns.
It's easy for me to say,
"I love you, New York. "
It's not so easy to say,
"I love you, Mr. Big. "
The first time I realized
I actually loved Big...
...was over toast and coffee one morning.
What?
Thanks, honey.
What?
Nothing.
The first time I felt like saying it was
the night he took me to the ballet.
And he hates the ballet.
I don't want to disappoint you.
A couple of those dancers were on wires.
They were not.
On a couple of those big Ieaps
I saw the wires.
You know what?
What?
I Iove...your hair Iike that.
Cut it out.
And then there was the time
I never expected to say it.
Last Friday night
at approximately : p.m...
...Big was picking me up
to take me out to dinner.
I just have to change my shoes.
Hurry, we don't want to be Iate.
If we grab a cab on Madison,
we can be there in five minutes.
Here.
What's this for?
I just saw it and thought of you.
It was just wrong.
It was wrong.
I didn't know what to say except:
I Iove you.
You told Big, "I Iove you",
because he gave you that?
What did you think it was,
a Iarge diamond duck ring?
I think my mother has one
in the shape of a squirrel.
Note that I did not say, "I Iove the purse."
What did he say?
He just...
...sort of reacted stunned for a moment
and then he said:
You're welcome.
I'II just wait for you outside.
Maybe he thought you said, "I Iove it."
It was a very deliberate and distinct "you."
He just pretended you didn't say it?
Yeah, but we both know I did.
I've Iaid down the gauntlet.
He has to say "I Iove you" back
or I have to break up with him.
How Iong are you giving him?
I didn't put an expiration date on it.
It's got the shelf Iife of a dairy product,
it'II curdle in a week.
It's so interesting.
Tell a man, "I hate you",
you'II have the best sex of your Iife.
But tell him, "I Iove you",
you'II probably never see him again.
That's very comforting right now.
Wait a minute. Time out.
Did you ever think
that at this very moment...
...the man might be trying to find
his way to tell Carrie that he Ioves her?
Listening to Miranda
wax optimistic about love...
...was more disorienting
than a heat wave in February.
It seemed that Miranda,
love's greatest skeptic...
...had recently experienced
a romantic epiphany.
Grab us a seat outside
and I'II meet you out there.
-Will you Iet me pay this time?
-Your money's no good here.
Grab us a bench.
AII right.
-How much?
-$ . .
She was dating a bartender
who worshiped her.
Miranda was so crazy
about him in return...
...she let him take her out to dinner.
But only to places she knew
he could afford.
Best slices in the city, don't you think?
Saturday, my firm is having
its annual dinner thing.
I was wondering--if you think the bar
could spare you, you could be my date.
I warn you, it'II be totally boring.
It's not gonna be boring
if I'm there with you.
You probably should wear a suit.
It's gonna be a big fancy affair.
-You do have a suit, right?
-Sure, I do.
It's really nice. It's gold.
It's gold?
Yeah, corduroy.
What's wrong with corduroy?
I don't have enough time to tell you
what's wrong with corduroy.
For the first time,
Steve took Miranda back to his place.
This is your apartment.
You Iike?
It's sweet.
I modeled it after DeNiro's place
in Taxi Driver.
I'm kidding.
It's cheap and it's near the bar.
You never have to come here again.
That evening Miranda experienced
her first pangs of yuppie guilt.
A Iot of wonderful artists worked
as bartenders for years.
It doesn't mean he won't
make money some day.
He's not an artist, slash, bartender.
He's just happy being a bartender, period.
No aspirations beyond shaking cocktails
and refilling peanut bowls.
How's he in bed?
There are no words.
Sounds Iike a dream relationship to me.
He can make you cum,
then make you a Cosmopolitan.
How can you get serious with a guy
whose entire future is based on tips?
Wait a minute.
Rich men date
not-so-rich women all the time.
Look at me and Big.
It's not about money,
it's about compatibility.
It's normal for the guy
to have more money.
I know Iots of women who make
more money than their husbands.
You're all missing my point.
None of this matters to me.
I don't want it to matter to him.
When single men have money,
it's to their advantage.
If a single woman has money,
it's a problem to be dealt with.
It's ridiculous. I want to enjoy
my success, not apologize for it.
Bravo, honey.
You're talking about more
than a difference in income.
You're talking about a difference
in background and education.
This guy is working class.
Working class?
It's the Millennium.
We don't say "working class" anymore.
You're trying to pretend
we Iive in a classless society...
...and we don't.
Marie-Antoinette, we get the picture.
Thank you.
She's right.
I'm dating a guy right now
and he's got an actual servant.
It seems that Samantha was
dating Harvey Terkel...
...a real estate investor who had
just made a k*lling in the market...
...turning Chelsea sweatshops into
luxury co-ops for the upwardly trendy.
Sum is a fantastic cook.
You won't eat better Thai food in Bangkok.
More, Mr. Harvey?
Yes, please.
You Iike spicy Iike Mr. Harvey, miss?
I Iove spicy.
Enjoy.
Isn't she the best?
I could not Iive without her.
I wondered, was New York really
any different from New Delhi?
Had our class system been
replaced by a caste system?
And if so, can we date outside our caste?
That night, Big took me out
for a romantic dinner.
I could smell it coming the way
you can smell a thunderstorm coming.
A mere two days
after I had said, "I love you"...
...Big had found his own way
to say "I love you" to me.
You're gonna Iove this.
It's from a small winery
in the heart of Tuscany.
Delicioso.
I rented a villa there
one summer with the ex.
It was incredible.
I've always wanted to go back
with someone I actually Iiked.
There's something I've been
meaning to tell you ever since...
...the night I gave you the purse:
You can take it back, if you don't Iike it.
That became the first night
I wanted to tell Big...
... "I hate you".
The next afternoon,
Charlotte made the acquaintance...
...of a member of the very highest caste.
A caste that from coast to coast,
rich and poor...
...everyone deferred to
and honored without question...
...the movie star.
I'm Charlotte York.
I'm the director of the gallery.
Wiley Ford.
I know.
How much for this piece?
The fire extinguisher?
That's a real fire extinguisher.
For the gallery, in case there's a fire.
I guess I'm a total idiot.
No, it happens all the time.
You can have it. Take it.
You can say you got it at the gallery.
People will probably think it's a Jeff Koons.
You are adorable.
What do you think about closing up
for the rest of the afternoon?
Charlene, you are so hot.
Can't wait to get you to bed.
Charlotte. My name is Charlotte.
I prefer Charlene.
This champagne is running through me.
Yo, bud, pull over, I need to take a Ieak.
Sit tight, beautiful.
You'II never believe where I am.
I'm in the back of a Iimo about
to go have sex with Wiley Ford.
Where is he now?
He's taking a Ieak out in the alley,
isn't that cute?
It's adorable. Charlotte, Iisten to me,
get out of there immediately.
AII my rules just went
right out the window.
It's Iike, he wants me and I have to obey.
He's zipping up, gotta go.
While Charlotte began to enjoy
the perks of celebrity...
...Samantha discovered Harvey Terkel
came with some nice perks of his own.
Stay in bed as Iong as you want.
Sum will make you breakfast.
That's really not necessary.
PIease, she Ioves it.
Do you Iike fresh orange or grapefruit?
-Orange.
-Orange.
-Eggs?
-Coddled.
Coming right up.
I'II call you.
While Samantha didn't believe
in having servants...
...she had no problem
dating a man who did.
She knew it might take some adjusting,
but she could get used to it.
Bye, Sum.
Take good care of Samantha.
Bye, Mr. Harvey.
Okay, Iazy bones, out of bed.
-Excuse me?
-Up, must wash sheets.
Should I have my breakfast
in the dining room--
Breakfast? I got no time
to make breakfast.
Got a Iot of work to do around here.
It was then Samantha realized
that Sum was not so servile after all.
That afternoon during her lunch break,
Miranda took Steve shopping.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
What do you think?
I think it's frightening how good I Iook.
It's a beautiful suit.
I think we should take it.
Could you do a cuff with a nice break?
-Will these be the shoes?
-I think we should take the shoes.
Don't you think so?
I guess we're taking the shoes.
Just Iike that.
Jesus, $ , .
I guess I better not spill anything.
Don't worry. It's my treat.
What?
I invited you, I want to pay for the suit.
No way, you're not buying me a suit.
I wanted to do this for you.
Then I start to think of you Iike my mother
and that can get a Iittle weird for me.
Sorry, sir, it was declined.
-Would you Iike to try another one?
-Why don't you try mine?
How about this?
Let's try $ on the card, I'II write
a check for $ , and the rest in cash.
Forget it. It's too expensive.
Would you just Iet me buy the f*cking suit?
That Saturday,
Big took me to a cocktail party...
...at the home of Sarina Bush...
Great purse, fabulous.
Careful!
White rugs.
...an Upper East Side hostess
famous for her husband's money...
...and a close friendship with Tina Brown.
I knew her years ago
when she was famous for...
...her father's money and a close friendship
with her drug dealer.
God, I hate Park Avenue.
It's Iike being in a foreign country.
Just think of me as your passport, baby.
As we walked through the room...
...of women clutching their bejeweled
swan, kitten and asparagus purses...
...I realized to my horror that
not only did Big not love me...
...he had absolutely no idea who I was.
-Can I get you a drink?
-Tanqueray and tonic.
Carrie, a drink?
Red wine, please.
I'm sorry, Ms. Bush doesn't
serve any brown food or drink.
Can I get you something clear?
Vodka on the rocks.
No brown food?
I think we've encountered
a mutant strain of Upper East Side a**l.
She's a Iittle strange.
I've known her for years, she's okay.
I'm sure she's fabulous
until you spill something.
It's Iike she's trying
to cultivate an eccentricity...
...so people won't notice
she's completely devoid of personality.
-Don't be a bitch.
-I'm not, I'm being myself.
You're being a bit of a bitch.
Sweetheart!
How are you? It's been forever.
Thank you for having us.
Sarina, you know Carrie.
Darling, you can't smoke in here.
Terrace.
That's where I'II be.
Just like that,
I was cast out of the fancy party.
Charlotte found herself the newest
member of Wiley Ford's entourage.
When did marijuana
become Iegal in restaurants?
It didn't.
-Here.
-No, thank you.
I don't smoke pot.
You do now.
Sum was very rude to me
the other morning.
She practically threw me out of bed.
You must've misunderstood.
Her English isn't really that good.
More asparagus, Miss?
It was then Samantha realized...
...she wasn 't so dim, that Sum.
That night, I realized that relationships
had a caste system of their own.
There's the person who says, "I love you. "
And there's the person
who never responds.
What are you doing here?
Purveying the beverages.
-Just snuck out here to smoke.
-Good.
Are you friends with these people?
God, no.
A Iittle uptight.
-What's with the no brown food deal?
-Whatever.
Jeremiah was
a famous downtown performance artist...
...who was best known uptown as:
"Kid, give me another scotch and soda. "
We had engaged in
a mild flirtation for years.
Who're you here with?
Some guy.
I got a new tattoo, want to see it?
-Is that real?
-Yeah, it's real.
How far down does that go?
Pretty far.
Check it out.
sh*t.
Excuse me.
sh*t.
Were you really giving
the caterer a blow job?
First of all, he's not a caterer.
He's a well-known performance artist.
That didn't answer my question.
Because it was offensive.
Whatever you were doing, please stop.
You're embarrassing me.
I'm embarrassing you?
If you'd joined me on the terrace
Iike a gentleman...
...we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Let's just go.
You go, I'm having a good time.
And across town,
Miranda was late for the firm dinner.
Why are you dressed Iike that?
I returned the suit.
Frankly, I couldn't afford it.
Then why didn't you Iet me pay for it?
Miranda, you need to be with
a guy who's more on your Ievel.
Being in that store with you...
...I didn't feel good about myself.
I think you're an incredible Iady.
You want to break up with me over a suit?
f*ck the suit.
It's not just the suit.
There's always gonna be
things out of my reach.
I'm being punished for being successful.
That's not how I mean it.
Got it.
Thanks for the info and for standing me up.
It's been nice knowing you.
An hour later,
adrift in a sea of Italian wool crepe...
...Miranda wondered what was really
so wrong with corduroy, anyway.
In the space of one evening,
Charlotte had gone from girlfriend...
...to groupie.
Who had the rum and coke?
Listen, Charlene.
I want you to do something for me.
I want you to go to the Iadies' room...
...stick your finger in your p*ssy...
...come back and Iet me smell it.
I don't think so.
Charlotte realized,
another moment at the top...
...and she would have become
an Untouchable.
"Jeremiah was a bullfrog
"Was a good friend of mine
"I never understood a single word he said
"But I helped him drink his wine"
After Jeremiah got fired,
we celebrated downtown...
...with a couple of pitchers of Margaritas.
"Joy to the world
"AII the boys and girls
"Joy to the--
"Joy to the fishes in the deep blue--"
I don't Iive here.
"Joy to you and me"
That was the last thing
I remembered that night.
"If I were the king of the world"
-You just relax.
-I will.
I'm gonna go grab a shower.
Excuse me.
Nasty.
Nasty girl.
You dirty cock-sucking whore.
Must wash sheets right away.
Stop it! Let go. You're crazy.
What's going on out here?
I'm so sorry.
I just tried to wash the sheets,
but that Iady hit me.
How dare you treat Sum that way.
-Let me explain.
-No!
There's no explanation.
Just get out of here.
Samantha realized there was only room
for one woman in Harvey's life.
Jesus.
Listen...
...I know what
you're really pissed off about.
It's just something
I gotta do in my own time.
Okay?
I f*cking Iove you.
All right? You know I do.
Good morning.
It's just a tough thing for me to say...
...because it always seems
to get me in trouble when I say it.
Okay?
Okay.
Are we okay?
We're great.
I Iove you, too.
I'II call you Iater, okay?
Did we?
Definitely not.
I didn't think so.
I felt like I was the lowest of the low.
I never told Mr. Big.
I figured everything
before "I love you"just doesn't count.