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Carrie : Unlike Miranda, I wasn't ready to accept
that all single men were freaks. I was so optimistic
that I had actually agreed to go on my first blind
date in two years. P.J. was a very successful independent movie
producer. His documentary on
endangered seagulls had just aired to excellent
reviews on PBS.
So, documentary films.
That must be fun.
P.J. : Well, let's be realistic. I'm only doing this docu bullshit to earn a
rep. You know, I may ultimately want
to parlay into
the action movie
arena. I want to make money. I'm not afraid to say
it. OK? I love money. I'd sell toilet bowls if it'd
make me a millionaire.
Carrie : What about the seagulls?
P.J. : Fuck the seagulls.
Carrie : Step right up, folks. Two vodkas and a $12
pasta buys your admission to see The Man With No
Soul. Observe, if you dare, this chilling sight.
Bachelor Number Two seemed promising. Just so you
know, I can't see a movie without popcorn.
Man : I'm a Junior Mints
kind of guy. This
relationship is probably doomed. You
want to lean a little closer? Maybe hear our entire
conversation? Hey, here’s a better idea. Why don't
you and your fucking girlfriend just sit on our laps
during the movie? Then you won't miss a fucking
word, dick!
Carrie : Ladies and gentlemen, stand far away from
The Man With Two Faces. They say the third time's
the charm. Max was a broker who made two million on
bonds last year. We had a great dinner in Little
Italy. Not only did Max have two million, he also
appeared to have a
lending library in his pants.
Parents, please keep the kiddies away from the cage
of The Man Who Steals Cheap Used Books for No
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