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Carrie : I think
we should go. It's the right thing to do.
Samantha : Give me one good reason.
Okay. You're driving down the road. You see a sign.
It says "two-headed snake." You pull over. Wild
Laney is having a baby shower. You pull over.
Samantha : She's got a
point. It's the right thing to do. Just
imagine how fat she must be.
Carrie : As I penciled in the date, I noticed
something missing. In between the Versace show and
dinner at Moomba, there it wasn't--my period, four days
late. That Saturday, also known as "Seven Days Late",
four city girls set off to visit the country mice. Are
we there yet?
Miranda : I've already had two of these, so we're
gonna be stopping a lot.
Carrie : Hey, nice outfit. Is there gonna be some
belly dancing at the shower?
Samantha : Yeah. Right after the gifts.
Carrie : Shit! I totally spaced. I've forgot to buy
her a present. How tacky is it to give the mother-to-be
a fistful of cash?
Samantha : Oh, don't worry about it. You can
go in on mine.
Carrie : You bought a pregnant woman a bottle of
Scotch?
Samantha : The invitation said BYOB.
Miranda : That meant "bring your own baby."
Carrie : What did you get her?
Miranda : Condoms.
Carrie : Seriously, what did you get her?
Miranda : Seriously. They're pastel.
Charlotte : Hey, guys! Wait, wait! Hey, guys, wait for
me!
Samantha : Oh, my God!
Miranda : Look at the size of that thing. We could
drive that to Connecticut.
Carrie : I'm putting my name on that card.
Samantha : All right. Go, go, go, go. Does anybody
know how to drive?
Charlotte : I just have to tell you your home is
beautiful.
Laney : Thank you. I know it's a big change. But at
some point, you have to get serious and
settle down. I
mean, life is not a Jacqueline Susann novel--four
friends looking for life and love in the big city.
Charlotte : Stop it! You are not going to clean up at
your own shower.
Woman : Yeah, relax, 'cause once little Todd or Shayla
comes around, you'll never stop cleaning up.
Charlotte : Shayla? Did you say Shayla?
Woman : It's so unique, isn't it?
Charlotte : It's so my name!
Woman : I thought your name was Charlotte.
Charlotte : No, it's not my name. It's my name, my
secret baby name that I made up when I was 11 years old
for my daughter when I had her. I told you. Don't tell
me you don't remember.
Laney : No, I'm sorry, I really don't.
Carrie : A complete lie. She remembered. We all
remembered. Charlotte had made us all swear never to use
it.
Laney : Anyway, I think my husband heard it somewhere
else.
Charlotte : Really? Where? Because I didn't tell him.
Laney : I can't believe you're freaking out over a
name.
Woman : I mean you're not even pregnant.
Charlotte : That's not
the point!
Samantha : What's going on?
Charlotte : She stole my baby name.
Samantha : You bitch! Let's go. |
