Sex and the City - Season 1 Edit

A beach house in East Hampton...

A Bulgari necklace, a breast job.

A certain man...

A citizen of the world, darling.

A closet full of clothes, nothing to wear.

A complementary order of mee krob.

A complete lie. She remembered. We all remembered.

A couple of blocks and way too much money later...

A couple of hours later, I was looking forward...

A couple of hours later, Samantha woke up still drunk and still single.

A couple of weeks later, we were all there...

A couple so obviously into each other there was only one thing to do...

A crosstown bus or a downtown bus?

A fairly successful sports agent who once told her she had nice legs.

A few days ago, Neville Morgan, the notoriously reclusive painter...

A few hours and a couple of bottles of Pinot Grigio later...

A gift for Shayla...

A group of my friends tomorrow afternoon to watch it go by.

A Herb Ritt's photo.

A law firm softball game is like any other...

A lawyer named Chip. Gotta love that.

A little kiss to make me feel better.

A Man and a Slightly Neurotic Woman.

A man who cares about mother makes a wonderful husband.

A mistake I made when I was 26...

A motorcycle, a juicer.

A preview of a life I didn't know if I was ready for.

A preview.

A pseudo lesbian couple attended a right wing Republican dinner party.

A public relations executive...

A rabbit intervention.

A relationship has to be based on honesty and communication to succeed.

A rich husband, followed by a richer divorce.

A self centered, withholding creep...

A short cab ride later...

A short time later, Samantha headed back to her office...

A time for spying.

A town house in the city...

A very handsome, witty young man about to come into his inheritance.

A vibe like you've got a fire inside of you.

A vibrator does not call you on your birthday, send flowers the next day...

A wedding this size always has two singles tables.

A while.

A woman's touch on me.

A young woman fell in love.

About 12 think they're having enough sex.

About 12 times...

About being sexually rejected by your friends.

About half the time I'm at my apartment, and the other half...

About not sleeping with men right away actually paid off.

About shopping as a way to unleash the creative subconscious.

About time you invited me up.

About two months.

Abso fuckin' lutely.

Abso fucking lutely.

Absolutely. How about tonight?

Absolutely. Listen, I've gotta go. I'm running late.

Across town, Miranda was dealing with her own nightmare.

Actually his name is Stanford. Stanford Blatch.

Actually, he's sleeping with all of them in general.

Actually, I meant more like screwing in an airplane bathroom...

Actually, I'm an atheist, but don't tell the minister.

Actually, it's Carrie.

Actually, they'd shed a new light on his shower free feelings about sex.

Actually, you missed a lot.

Actually...

After 12 phone calls and three e mails...

After a movie, we're walking down Second Avenue and just passed...

After a night of spiritual reading with her hunky guru...

After a while, it's kind of like a taffy pull.

After a while...

After all these years, I finally saw him for what he was:

After all, Mr. Big was with me now.

After all, our lives are built on threesomes.

After all, she'd come this far.

After all, what did I really know about Mr. Big?

After he left, I cried for a week.

After Miranda left, I had a thought.

After sleeping together for many weeks...

After the second show, each of us went on with our Saturdays.

After they closed the jazz joint they walked and talked for blocks.

Again!

Alienation of affection followed by divorce.

Alive or dead?

All for a blow job?

All I can say is that my big payoff better be worth it.

All I could think was why aren't we having sex?

All I hear is...

All I know is that she's not the right woman for me in the larger sense...

All I'm saying is that this is a physical expression...

All my conversations consisted of two sentences...

All of a sudden they can't perform the way they're supposed to.

All right, look. Now we're gonna have a party.

All right.

All right.

All right. Bye.

All right. Fine. Have a good time, and promise to tell me everything.

All right. Go, go, go, go.

All right. I'm gonna take them.

All right. Let's get it over with.

All right. Ready?

All right. See ya there.

All right. Well, ladies, I'm just going to dinner.

All right. You're right. I'll go get dressed.

All righty. My turn.

All she had to do was keep believing, and it would happen.

All she wanted to talk about was her Diaper Genie.

All talk and no action, huh? What a cafone!

All that bullshit you spout...

All the same, all designed to fuck up our sex lives.

Allanne.

Allen, Justine and Peter.

Allison, I think you're great...

Allison, this is Miranda and Carrie. Miranda and Carrie, this is Allison.

Aloha.

Already you can't talk to them, you don't need them to have kids with...

Also known as Ed, Samantha's accountant.

Also, he wanted to show off his new boyfriend...

Also, I just left my cab fare on the table.

Although I'm beginning to know more.

Although Pamela had the hottest contacts in town...

Am I the only one who thinks this is a major bummer?

Amazingly, talking dirty about not having sex...

An ex wife. That's a new twist.

An hour and a half into this housewarming...

An up and coming New York playwright.

And 29...

And 31.

And a few days apart felt like weeks.

And a gynecological condition no one had ever heard of.

And a slightly less certain woman...

And affairs we try to forget as quickly as possible.

And all that waiting...

And another thing. I'm not buying any of that women having sex like men crap.

And as for Gilles and the $1,000...

And at the risk of sounding like a groupie...

And attempted to stun it senseless with cosmopolitans.

And beauty.

And began to reevaluate her options.

And by then, at least you're emotionally involved.

And Capote Duncan found his fix for the night.

And Charlotte...

And confessed a shocking intimate secret.

And decide he was an asshole...

And don't talk with your mouth full,...

And eggshell!

And emotionally compartmentalize our lives?

And everything's done in the house, and I've been doing it all day...

And feeling superior to me.

And glamorous resorts.

And golden showers.

And had just closed escrow on a house in the Hamptons.

And have a good time.

And he absolutely adored Charlotte.

And he found it... Charlotte.

And he just put his arms around me.

And he thinks of me as one of the boys.

And he told me he'd like to get a piece of it for his apartment...

And he's doing everything and it feels good...

And here I thought that all you really wanted was a good spanking.

And I completely forgot about him after that.

And I didn't have his phone number.

And I don't know what I want.

And I don't objectify women.

And I finished first in my litigation class.

And I had these big hands, like big aluminum hands.

And I have terrific sources: My friends.

And I have the key to the private room downstairs.

And I helped him pick out a top of the line cheese grater at Williams Sonoma.

And I just can't handle this right now.

And I know that I shouldn't be because I can sense...

And I left wondering if everyone in Manhattan was settling.

And I lived in this, like, big missile silo...

And I never want this mentioned again.

And I owe it all to Charlotte.

And I realized the real appeal of the threesome: It was easy.

And I said, "You should get the bulge in your pants.

And I saw you.

And I totally respect it...

And I used to hang out with this guy who was really beautiful...

And I wanted the feel of...

And I was beginning to worry.

And I will not be made to feel inadequate by all this baby talk.

And I would crush them to pieces with my big aluminum hands.

And I'm gonna have to move to another city...

And I'm helpless.

And I'm hoping that you're around when I get them.

And I'm terrified that's he's gonna leave me because I'm not perfect.

And I've never found before in one woman...

And if being sexually adventuresome...

And if God made the body and sex is an expression of that body...

And if he never calls me again, I'll always think of him fondly...

And if I do, then I'll be the "up the butt" girl.

And if I was really having sex like a man, why didn't I feel more in control?

And infiltrate the enemy camp.

And insisted she spend the night on her couch.

And it is hot.

And it isn't just straight people.

And it makes me wanna puke.

And it still fits.

And it usually got her what she wanted.

And it was the best sex I've ever had in my life.

And it was the best sex I've ever had in my life.

And it's been two days.

And just as suddenly, our little cease fire was over.

And just had a good time.

And just plain professional?

And just when I thought I couldn't get any higher...

And just when I thought I couldn't sink any lower...

And Laney away from the vodka.

And let's not forget "International Melissa."

And listen to Peter Frampton.

And look for pictures of old girlfriends.

And maybe a little cottage in Maine.

And maybe even pick up a few extra bucks...

And Miranda couldn't believe what she was about to say.

And Miranda is having a meaningful relationship with something from a box.

And move with me to Paris immediately.

And moved to Connecticut.

And my hands from dialing his number.

And my parents thought I was helping him with his chemistry homework.

And never having one of those "Oh, my God, what have I done?" epiphanies.

And New York magazine just named him one of the 30 coolest people...

And next you're gonna say that God made the body...

And no great unmarried men?

And none of you says yes. What the fuck?

And not have sex?

And not quite grown into the men of my future.

And not that interested in sex...

And now I'm on a Fifth Avenue bus with a penis on my head.

And now we can have sex without commitment.

And of these more than 3 million people...

And one by one, they'd run at me! They got inside somehow.

And one of our passengers had jumped ship.

And one time, I came for like five minutes.

And others I think just need the validation.

And out.

And P.S., it's fabulous.

And people who can't get it.

And people would find you amusing.

And play by the rules.

And pleasure...

And probably others just have a thing for exceptionally beautiful women.

And sacrifice themselves to the same cause... babies

And Samantha flaunted her infidelity...

And Samantha found the ultimate validation:

And Samantha was putting the moves on Mr. Big.

And scheduled an appointment to meet him at his studio.

And shared their most intimate secrets.

And she never saw him at the gym again.

And she's definitely kind of somebody...

And single to Samantha meant one thing.

And single. How is this possible?

And so another Friday night in Manhattan crept towards dawn.

And so are we.

And so do you.

And sometimes, like now, they get you so high.

And speaking of potential boyfriends...

And suddenly, there he was wearing Armani on Sunday.

And that it was time to call it a night.

And that way you can keep track of them.

And that's about it.

And that's all, folks.

And that's exactly what's missing in Manhattan...

And the gallery...

And the most fabulous validation I've ever gotten in my life.

And the next minute I'm depressed for no reason.

And the whole chat bit, and I'm like, "Let's not even go there."

And then afterwards they feel nothing.

And then he brought you.

And then he invited me here to dinner.

And then he kissed me.

And then I realized I do have faith.

And then Samantha did something rather shocking for a first date...

And then the most powerful woman in Manhattan asked me for a favor.

And then used the opportunity to ransack Ted's apartment...

And then we had lunch a few weeks ago...

And then, after another chance meeting...

And then, she'd say something else. But the bigger question remained.

And there she went...

And there's something wrong with that?

And these brats come along and start eating it.

And they all look at you like you're a...

And they had wild sex. Threesomes. We don't have wild sex.

And they looked like they fell out of a J. Crew catalog.

And they say I am just as beautiful as a model, but I work for a living.

And they seemed so relieved to have finally figured me out.

And they sit you at the kid's table.

And they will be married 41 years next month.

And they're afraid we're gonna have it anytime, anywhere with their husbands.

And they're alone.

And this afternoon I had courtside tickets to the Knicks...

And this cappuccino just kicked in, so...

And this is his very cute friend Sam.

And this is the den.

And true identities.,,

And us.

And vows of friendship renewed, we were almost out the door when...

And was about to move into an apartment he had just purchased.

And we are all going there next week for the film festival.

And we don't have a lot in common.

And we really need to eat now.

And we were there to celebrate the moment.

And we're happy just to have some guy who can throw around a frisbee.

And what is that? The gospel according to Miranda?

And what will the rest of you be having?

And what? Single women prowl beach houses...

And when do I get to go to church with you two?

And when I come out, you won't be here.

And when I started looking, they were everywhere.

And where I am now is so much better than sex.

And while Charlotte embraced fidelity...

And with that one touch, Samantha...

And with the right guy...

And wondered how much longer she could fight the war...

And yet you can have good sex with someone you don't like or respect...

And you cannot take a vibrator home to meet your mother.

And you didn't even know it?

And you're never really sure you've got the right answer.

And you're the first one to see it.

And you're very, very sexy.

And, actually, you can't stay over.

And?

And...

And...

Another 30 something birthday with a group of unmarried female friends.

Another girlfriend.

Another Saturday night.

Another single woman was about to be humiliated.

Another time I hate being single is when married friends "surprise" fix you up.

Any couple.

Anytime, anywhere with anyone.

Anytime.

Anyway, he wasn't a rabbi.

Anywhere you want.

Apparently someone else's fire was a little stronger than Charlotte's.

Arabia, New Jersey.

Architect, philanthropist and the sex was amazing.

Are a way to block our spiritual hunger...

Are men in their twenties the new designer drug?

Are relationships the religion of the '90s?

Are so unfair, it makes me puke.

Are we dating? I thought we were just sleeping together.

Are we gonna stick around and catch the bouquet?

Are we there yet?

Are what I consider to be the apotheosis...

Are you a musician?

Are you doing anything tonight?

Are you here all by yourself?

Are you number nine?

Are you okay?

Are you on a date?

Are you out of your mind? What the hell do you think you're doing?

Are you saying that I'm not pretty enough?

Are you serious?

Are you serious? I studied you in college.

Are you sure you're not gay?

Are you sure?

Are you telling me you haven't gotten those "poor single you" looks?

Are you telling us you never perform this act?

Are you testing me? Why all the interest in meeting my mother?

Are you... Oh, God.

Aren't you cocky!

Aren't you the young lady who made all that noise?

As an asshole.

As Charlotte pondered how far she would go for her love of art...

As did we all.

As he walked out the door, it suddenly dawned on me...

As I began to get dressed, I realized that I'd done it.

As I confronted that eternal puzzle...

As I glanced around the room, I was amazed...

As I helped him try them on, I thought...

As I hung up, I realized I'd committed the cardinal sin...

As I looked around at all the memorabilia and family photographs...

As I moved through the married couples, I noticed something was different.

As I penciled in the date, I noticed something missing.

As I searched for my morning Marlboro Light...

As I sifted through the rubble of my marriage skirmish...

As I struggled with the dilemma of how to manage my newfound money...

As I surveyed the room...

As I turned the midsize coupe onto Hollyhock Lane...

As I walked away, I had a thought: Maybe all men are a drug.

As I watched Laney tear open a baby bib...

As I watched Mr. Big standing quietly next to his mother...

As I watched people leaving church, I was amazed at how they looked.

As I've just very pleasantly discovered.

As if we didn't have enough problems.

As more boring than exposed brick?

As Moses parting the Red Sea.

As Samantha began to get ready for her close up...

As Samantha went cold turkey...

As Samantha went on about her sexual escapades...

As she sipped her beer...

As Skipper rededicated his singular affection for Miranda...

As the only single lawyer working at her law firm...

As they rode between floors...

As this beautiful unicorn woman with glass eyes.

As we took a swig from our pony necked beers...

As well as the subject of his single minded obsession.

At a gallery opening.

At a nearby health food restaurant.

At a wealthy lawyer's new son's Bris...

At Bed, Bath & Beyond.

At least I can't.

At parties.

At the club, in front of the club, on the corner of the club.

At the wide variety of great twenty something guys.

Attend a fabulous party.

Baby.

Back at Chaos...

Back when they were terminally uncool.

Barkley, a notorious modelizer...

Barkley.

Beats me. If I'd known he was Catholic...

Beautiful and boring or homely and interesting, is that it?

Beauty is fleeting...

Beauty.

Because even if you're the only person in the bed...

Because I don't have the patience to clean up this mess for the fourth time.

Because I have an amazing date.

Because the number of dates you wait to have sex with a man...

Because they were too short or too fat or too poor.

Because we want to know each other for another ten years.

Beers and bar nuts at Flanagan's off Route Five...

Before anybody's feelings get hurt?

Before I married my husband, I slept around with everybody.

Before I say something, I say it in my head first so it doesn't come out wrong.

Before I was able to completely indulge my paranoia...

Before I was on my way back to New York.

Before you put in the onions, know what I mean?

Being beautiful is such a power. You can get whatever you want.

Bernie Turtletaub from the wedding.

Beside, I think I've given myself carpal tunnel.

Besides the $1,000 on the end table?

Besides the validation and acclaim.

Besides, it's on Carlo.

Besides, there's no such thing as bad publicity.

Better... because this time...

Big pepper mill dick!

Big was happily dating another woman...

Bing Crosby.

Bing Crosby.

Bitch is getting everything the first bitch didn't.

Boom! Suddenly you're kissing another woman while he beats off.

Bosc! They've got to be bosc.

Both incredibly insecure.

Both wild, both sexy...

Brains, taste, class...

Brave Miranda marched right over and told Syd she wasn't.

Brigid, Roxanne, these are my friends from the city.

Brigid, Roxanne, these are my friends from the city.

Brokers give investment advice. Architects, design advice.

Builds. Rises.

Busboys, bouncers.

But a rent controlled apartment overlooking the park is forever.

But are you sure that isn't just 'cause he didn't call you?

But as I got older I realized...

But as soon as you only want them for sex, they don't like it.

But at least I'd get five minutes face to face with her.

But at some point, you have to settle down.

But Charlotte suddenly did feel a little warm.

But do not worry. For $100 dollars, we can remove it.

But eventually I'd love to have my own shop.

But every now and then, I can't help but think about...

But from that moment on, we never had a problem...

But he had left me a note...

But he's sweet, and he respects my boundaries

But I can't control it. I can't.

But I can't date somebody that won't. What's the point?

But I couldn't help but wonder: What do they see in us?

But I crushed him.

But I felt I had in my possession all the Italian I'd ever need to know.

But I felt like I was floating on air.

But I gave it up to have children.

But I love you, Samantha.

But I miss us. I really do.

But I rationalized that my new shoes...

But I really need to have sex tonight.

But I wasn't the only one.

But I wielded my power in a benevolent manner.

But I wondered, what was still buried...

But I would love to see you tomorrow.

But I'd go with someone who has a little more experience, like Sam.

But I'm kind of somebody...

But I'm not having sex. It's a kissing thing.

But I'm worried I might be starting to scare her off.

But I've been so lonely since I left home...

But I've been thinking about your article about men who date models.

But I've gotta be totally honest with you

But I've never seen it with someone like you.

But I've only gotten to know a particular fragment...

But if you don't go down on him, how do you expect him to go down on you?

But if you ever actually do manage to get someone in bed...

But if you're serious about a guy, then you have to keep him...

But in Manhattan, actually run wild on the streets...

But in this case...

But isn't delayed gratification the definition of maturity?

But it never gets released.

But it recently dawned on me...

But just as she reached the place Krishna called the gateway to life...

But Ken and I love each other very much.

But lately it seemed as if the entire city...

But men should not be allowed to take advantage of it?

But my cabinets were looking fabulous.

But Neville Morgan was not a man to be corrected.

But now I don't know if I want to see him again.

But now, it wasn't working. I wasn't getting the same rush.

But of course you can.

But pretty soon they were visiting china.

But really do it.

But seriously, I hope you call me back and...

But she's warm and unpretentious...

But someday this is gonna be the kid's room.

But somehow we wound up on different sides.

But somehow you just can't manage to...

But sometimes there's nothing better...

But that she was willing to overlook one flaw...

But that's exploitation!

But the question nagged me for days.

But the thing is this.

But then again, I'm dating a man who will never get married...

But then he wanted to read me his poetry and go out to dinner...

But there is one thing.

But there is something sexy about a first timer like Charlotte.

But there was nothing.

But they'd be sending over free drinks.

But this is your bus party.

But this one crossed the line.

But to tell you the truth, these days, nothing gets me down.

But two time on very special day.

But we're not sleeping together?

But were we getting into something we couldn't handle?

But while for me the idea of seeing another man would be like...

But who actually answered these ads?

But you do want to get married someday, right?

But you guys have fun, though.

But you haven't been shot.

But you know, he is a fruit.

But you're 32 now, so that's just stupid.

Butt ugly.

By a man she hardly knew.

By eating a box of Double Stuff Oreos.

By the middle of the next week, it was three times in a row...

By the time I got home, I was sure he'd left an apology on my voice mail.

By the time you reach your mid 30s you think, "Why should I settle?"

By, like, my enemies and shit.

Bye!

Bye!

Call me.

Call me.

Call me. I'm staying at the Carlyle with Peter.

Can I ask you, would any baby shower bother you...

Can I get anyone something else?

Can I have a kiss?

Can I join you?

Can I see you again?

Can we fuck the regular way?

Can we please talk about this over lunch somewhere else?

Can you believe anyone that beautiful can be that nice?

Can you believe I finally did it?

Can you imagine?

Can you melt them down into one decent gift?

Can you narrow that down a little bit?

Can you picture it, us with...

Can you take her to Connecticut?

Can't we just enjoy the party?

Can't you find a woman who can carry on a decent conversation?

Can't you just do it for me?

Candles from Urban Outfitter, dirty laundry, a pizza box.

Capote Duncan. He's supposedly some big shot in the publishing world.

Care to try some aged sheep's milk cheese from the Alps?

Carrie Bradshaw. I am so excited.

Carrie Held Hostage: Day Eight.

Carrie is one of the most fascinating...

Carrie writes this fantastic column in the New York Star.

Carrie, don't even go there.

Carrie, I want you to meet Mario...

Carrie, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend Carlo.

Carrie, Jared is the writer of the book Avenue B.

Carrie, just get over here.

Carrie, Miranda...

Carrie, that's great. Is it a date?

Carrie, this is Allanne.

Carrie, this is Julia Woods. Julia, Carrie Bradshaw.

Carrie!

Carrie! Did I miss it?

Carrie! What a surprise.

Carrie?

Carrie. Well, welcome.

Catholics, Episcopalian, Buddhists, Shakers, Quakers.

Chances are eight years ago you probably did.

Charlotte and Jack locked eyes at a black tie benefit for Epstein Barr.

Charlotte arrived at the secluded Connecticut home...

Charlotte broke it off then and there. It would never work.

Charlotte could never tell a decent lie.

Charlotte cursed tequila and forced Samantha into a cab.

Charlotte felt free to indulge her fantasy.

Charlotte had a new boyfriend. He had her big three:

Charlotte had heard about Noanie through a sorority sister...

Charlotte had made us all swear never to use it.

Charlotte hadn't been that excited since she tried on her cheerleading uniform.

Charlotte hated the "C" word.

Charlotte left us all behind, telling us she had another party to go to.

Charlotte quickly became intoxicated by his talent...

Charlotte suddenly realized all was not lost.

Charlotte sweetie, don't forget our gift.

Charlotte told me she thought she had played the entire evening flawlessly.

Charlotte told me she thought she had played the entire evening flawlessly.

Charlotte treated marriage like a sorority she was hoping to pledge.

Charlotte was practically engaged

Charlotte was receiving her own declaration of monogamy.

Charlotte was right. We don't really know the people we sleep with.

Charlotte, this is my wife, Gertrude.

Charlotte, you have no idea how sexy you are, do you?

Christ! When did being single translate into being gay?

Christmas in St. Barts.

Ciao, ciao, ciao.

Cigarettes.

Circumstantial, Jeff. I'm single.

Classmates from Steiner, Dalton and Brown...

Clean. You forgot clean. He's a clean guy.

Clearly, a part of the old Laney had survived.

Close enough.

Coffee.

Cohibas... that's all I smoke.

Come here!

Come here. Come back.

Come here. I want to show you something.

Come on in. Come in.

Come on, boy!

Come on, let's go!

Come on, maybe it's just a phase.

Come on!

Come on! Not all married women feel that way.

Come on. I mean, what do you want from me?

Come on. Let me watch this.

Come on. This is fun. I had no idea you had such a big family.

Come on. Wouldn't you rather be with a guy who'd kind and giving...

Come on. You're still young. You have plenty of time to have children.

Come right in. Barbara's ready for you.

Come?

Companionship, guilt, political asylum?

Complete and utter denial.

Completely unfair and usually bestowed...

Confused? Sad? Rejected?

Cool?

Could be intimidated by some unreal fantasy.

Could be.

Could ever be lonely.

Could he be more than a fling? Could he be a potential boyfriend?"

Could I date a man who would never get married?

Could look so unnatural.

Could look so unnatural.

Could you get me some more duck sauce, please?

Could you put Carrie back on the phone?

Couldn't hold her job and moved back to Wisconsin to live with her mother.

Couldn't tell if he was trying to fuck me or erase me.

Cupid has flown the co op.

Cute?

Cute.

Daddy's little Episcopalian princess in the arms of one of God's chosen people.

Damn.

Dancing for dyslexia.

Darling, what took you so long?

Dave?

Decided to place a personal ad.

Deep inside the mommies downstairs?

Definitely straight.

Definitely too much salt.

Depending on where you're coming from.

Derek, a.k.a. "The Bone"...

Derek, I would like you to meet a very dear friend, Carrie Bradshaw.

Designed by Coco Chanel herself.

Despite her best efforts to run free...

Despite never having sold a single painting.

Did all men secretly want their women promiscuous and emotionally detached?

Did Charlotte ever tell you about the rabbi?

Did I ever tell you about that jazz musician who lived with his mother?

Did I mention I'm sleeping with him?

Did I mention this was Skipper?

Did I tell you he wants to buy a painting from my gallery?

Did I tell you that Allanne designed the Fallen Angel bottle?

Did I tell you that Allanne designed the Fallen Angel bottle?

Did I wake you?

Did Stanford leave?

Did you do something different to your hair?

Did you know there's a couple humping outside of your window?

Did you see that? She was flirting with us.

Didn't mean my morals had to go down with it.

Ditching us now would be really bad form.

Divorced, French and almost uncomfortably handsome...

Do they know about this?

Do what l tell you to, Eagle Scout sex.

Do you actually think he believes I'm a model?

Do you ever have any conversations about money?

Do you forgive me?

Do you have a light?

Do you have a tampon?

Do you have any idea what happened to Derek last night?

Do you have to be a supermodel to get a date in New York?

Do you know anyone who's right for me?

Do you know that it has been, like, a year?

Do you like peacocks?

Do you mind if we just lie here?

Do you realize, if she were a man, not only would we be eating now...

Do you think I should make it a 50?

Do you think it means I should do it? Have a threesome?

Do you think it means something if Big and I are sleeping together...

Do you think that was meant to be some kind of coded mea culpa?

Do you think the pears in this tart are bosc or bartlett?

Do you think you'll ever...

Do you want to go this Saturday?

Do you?

Does anybody know how to drive?

Does this color turn you on?

Doesn't she look exactly like Deborah Kerr in An Affair to Remember?

Doesn't that seem like a waste of time?

Doing it upstairs at a party.

Don't be pissed, all right?

Don't be scared, miss. It's me, Tommy. I'm just leaving.

Don't beat yourself up. You had certain expectations and you're disappointed.

Don't get up. She's doing in vitro.

Don't I have a 3:00?

Don't listen to the dime store Camille Paglia.

Don't start crying. He's such a pussy.

Don't tell her I'm nice.

Don't tell me you're surprised by this.

Don't tempt me.

Don't worry about it. You can go in on mine.

Don't worry, sweetie. Don't worry.

Don't worry. I only tape models.

Don't worry. I'm perfectly capable of restraining myself.

Don't you have any friends that you can hook me up with?

Don't you just wanna lie like this forever?

Don't you think that's a bit obsessive?

Don't you wanna go out with a girl your own age?

Don't you wanna stand still with me?

Doubtful. I only just moved here from London.

Down to a smaller and smaller group.

Dreams are a good way to experiment.

During the next couple of hours, I put my journalistic skills to good use.

Each of these portraits...

Egg shell.

Either he'll have the upper hand or you will.

Either they're slime balls that are just out to get laid...

Elana.

Elizabeth was attractive and bright.

Enjoy yourself.

Especially when it came to real estate agents.

Even guys like me don't want guys like me.