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Before there was sex,
before there was the city,

there was just me... Carrie.
Carrie Bradshaw.

And things changing for me
in Manhattan...

So it's really gonna happen?

My purse
in "Interview" magazine?

Two emaciated models
will cling to that bag

like their lives depend on it.

And for my friends.

I-I never had
a real girlfriend before you.

I didn't know what it meant.
But I miss my girlfriend.

I'm going to my boyfriend's,
where they dress up for dinner.

It means we're serious.
I keep doing things

without thinking how they're
gonna affect my future

or my... boyfriend.

I think you should get out.

And with the guys in my life.

I like you, Carrie.
I want something real.

I didn't plan
for him to come over.

He doesn't have
anywhere else to go.

No one should be alone
on Thanksgiving.

Winter in Manhattan
can be tough.

The last thing you want
is to get caught in the cold.

Carrie!

That's why it's nice

to have a hot boyfriend
to keep things warm.

♪ When I met you
in the restaurant ♪

Got you a hot chocolate
while I waited.

Extra whipped cream.

Seriously, you're spoiling me.
I could've taken the subway.

Yeah, but this way, I get to
spend more time with you.

♪ You asked me
what's my pleasure ♪

After you.

♪ A movie or a measure

George's charm cut
right through the chill.

♪ And tell you all my dreaming

but as I was getting caught up
in my new romance,

i was being caught...
Literally... by my old one.

One foot before the other,
Bradshaw.

Thanks. I guess
I'm no Mary Lou Retton.

Don't sweat it. I'm always here
to catch your fall.

Despite us being old flames,

there was still a sizzle
between us I couldn't deny.

♪ Pleasure's real
or is it fantasy? ♪

It was confusing.

If I was with George,

why did I feel caught between
two guys?

♪ People stop and stare at me

♪ we just walk on by

♪ we just keep on dreaming

I figured the way
to douse my old flame

was to throw myself
into this one.

I like that this is becoming
a tradition...

You bringing me to work.

You see what happens
when you let me spoil you?

All the hot chocolate
I can drink?

I know.

Let's play secretary
and chairman of the board.

That sounds positively dirty.

You read my mind.

But, George, Bitchy Barbara
is gonna be her.

Don't tell her I call her that.

Your secret's safe.

I just... worry that
if she sees you here,

she'll think of me as
some kid... which I am.

But still, I want her to see me
as a professional, like her.

Carrie! I can't believe
how late I am!

Oh! I had the best night!

Didn't see you there.

Would you mind
not telling your father

I'm an hour and a half late?

Don't worry, Barbara.
I'm good with secrets.

- Bye, ladies.
- Bye.

Bye, George. You, too.

Has Harlan been looking for me?
He will kill me.

Don't worry.

When he called, I told him
you were in the copy room.

He's never been to that floor,
so I knew you'd be safe.

Oh, God, you're an angel.

I feel like
an irresponsible schoolgirl.

I slept over at Paul's house
for the first time.

I'm wearing the same clothes
from yesterday.

She sounds like a
giddy teenager.

What kind of a loser puts a guy
above her career like that?

Bitchy Barbara
from the sound of it.

Well, it's ridiculous.

She's, like, really old.
Like 40.

She should know better than
to blow off work for a guy.

Barbara's a secretary.

It's either answer phones
for the rest of her life

or straddle some guy
in hopes of getting married.

I say straddle away.

Please, never use the word
"straddle" and Bitchy Barbara

in the same sentence.

Secretary or not,
she has responsibilities

and those don't include
straddling some guy.

Again, I beg of you,
not that word.

It was a little weird.

If I'm still dating and talking
about guys in my 30s,

someone needs to smother me
with a pillow.

Can one of you be in charge
of that?

I will.
I'll be in charge of that.

Please. We'll all be
happily married by our 30s.

We're already happy now.

I know. I can't believe
we all have great boyfriends.

It's a relationship miracle.

It's truly surprising.
I always figured

I'd be a spinster
who lived with Carrie.

Hey!

Powerful, kick-ass lawyer
and doctor spinsters.

- I like it.
- But you like George even more.

I don't know why you don't just
ask him to the winter dance.

It's on Friday.
Time's a-tickin'.

I don't know.
George is older.

He might think it's stupid.

Which I would normally
agree with,

but since I'm bringing Seth...

And you have to take George,

so you can rub that dreamboat
in Sebastian's face.

You know you want to.

Maybe.

Is that awful?

Well, I would actually
rub his face in it,

- so don't look at me.
- How would you even do that?

It kinda makes me think you
might still be into Sebastian.

I'm not! I promise.

And Sebastian's with Donna.
I'm with George.

Everyone's happy.

I knew it! You do like him.

That's why you didn't tell
your Upper East Side lover boy

about Sebastian dropping by
on Thanksgiving.

It never came up.

Or it's something
you wanted to hide.

Well... I feel bad.

Why? You know Sebastian
didn't tell

his blow-up doll of a girlfriend
either.

Speak of
the devil's girlfriend.

Carrie! Maggie.

Carrie and Maggie's
smart friend.

Carrie, I just wanted to say
thank you

for taking in Sebastian
for Thanksgiving.

Like I was telling the Jens,

it was just so hard for me
to be everywhere at once.

So... I'm glad you have
less going on.

You're welcome?

Mm.

Um...

Sebastian told her.

Making me the sad sack

who thought it meant
more than it did.

You would be the opposite
of a sad sack

if you brought George
to the dance.

While I was caught up
in a drama of my own making,

my dad was dealing

with own created,
surprisingly, by my mother.

- Oh, no.
- What's wrong?

Two tickets to "The Nutcracker"
for Dorrit and your mom.

Oh. I guess mom must've
ordered them last year,

when she thought
she could still go.

Yeah.
I'd almost forgotten about

your mom and Dorrit's
little tradition.

What should I do with these?

I don't know.

Why don't you take Dorrit?

I don't think
that's such a good idea.

Why not?

Mainly because Dorrit
would never go for it

unless I suddenly become

the lead singer of singer
of some morose band.

Why are you guys
always such freaks?

Dorrit, look.

Your "Nutcracker" tickets came.

Awesome! When are we going?

I can't go. It's the same night
as the winter dance.

Oh.

I wonder who could go with me.

Maybe Audrey.

Or I could take you.

Won't it be fun?

I guess.

Terrific! Yeah, it's a date.

Don't call it that.

See? It'll be great.

Why do I have the misfortune

of having a last name
close to yours?

I've been stuck next to you
for too many years.

I think the universe
is trying to help you.

Maybe being near greatness
will rub off on you.

Hooch. For the dance.

Funny, I would've have
pegged Walt

for a peach schnapps
kind of guy.

Oh, I can drink a bottle of this
by myself.

You didn't bring anything
for Walt?

I brought scotch for my man.

Not that it's any of your business but
Walt's sick.

Chicken pox.

Oh, so you're not going
to the dance?

- No, I'm going.
- Really?

Isn't it a little tragic
to go alone

and not have your boyfriend
to grind against?

No. What's tragic is
someone who can't be alone.

I don't have that problem.

Me, either, but I'm me.

I'm always the best thing
in the room.

Without a hot guy like Walt,
you're just positively average.

When you see me on the dance
floor, you will take that back.

Oh.
That's so pathetic.

I can already see you

dancing with
your sad little girlfriends.

I know they won't have dates
either.

Actually, they do. Hot ones.

They both have boyfriends.

Good.

Then I guess that means
I won't have to watch Carrie

be all mopey while
she watches Sebastian and I

burn it slow on the dance floor

Bye!
See ya at the dance.

This is so cool.

So all of these make up
the new issue of "Interview"?

That's right.

I'm just making final approvals
before going to press.

I wish I could actually see
where you come up with all this.

I imagine
the "Interview" offices

are less like work and more like
a giant playground.

Genius.

What?

You have just saved me!

From what?

I've been racking my brain,

trying to come up with a theme
for my next photo shoot.

Christian Lacroix did
adult onesies for next season.

They're divine,

and I can shoot them on
an adult-sized playground.

The models can have dummies!
Oh!

Dummies? Do... do you mean
like mannequins?

No. Like those stoppers you put
into wailing babies' mouths.

Oh. Pacifiers.

Exactly. You're brazilliant.

And now for the grand finale...

No way! My purse!

Leaps off the page, doesn't it?

Oh! "Painted purse
makes a big splash."

Eh. Could use some work.
Like I said, still approving.

Well, what about something
more like, um...

Uh...

"A Pollock for your purse...

"This fun, splattered look
will soon be splattered

all over New York City."

A pollock reference?

That is fabulous.

You have got a real knack
for this, Carrie Bradshaw.

Ya think?
Maybe writing is your calling.

I don't know.

I mean, sure, I like to write,
but it's really just a hobby.

I'm no Judy Blume.

Come and work for me
at "Interview."

Excuse me?

You would fit right in.

First, you come up
with this brilliant purse,

and then spice it up with
an equally brilliant caption.

You inspired
my next photo shoot.

- You would be fantastic.
- Oh.

Not only was I caught between
two guys, but two worlds...

The law firm
and "Interview" magazine.

She offered you an internship
at "Interview" magazine?

It's kind of a dream, right?

Duh! Think of all the parties
you'll get to go to

and all the celebrities
you'll get to meet

and all the clothes
you'll get to wear.

Except... I don't know
if I can take the job.

What? Are you crazy?

You are this close
to meeting Ralph Macchio.

In case you've forgotten,
I'm 16.

I have not forgotten.

Well, Larissa has no idea.

She thinks I'm a grownup
who works at a law firm

and pays rent.

She hasn't figured it out yet.

You could pull this off.

I thought maybe I could
work at "Interview"

instead of the law firm
the one day a week I go there,

but I don't know.

I'd feel so awful
abandoning that job.

Carrie, that internship is
a snooze-fest.

In fact, I just fell asleep
saying that.

But my dad got me the job.

And he'd be so disappointed
if I quit.

I'm telling
you, this will all be forgiven

when you meet the karate kid.

My life is ruined.

A B-Plus?

In my house, that would get
a standing ovation.

I've never gotten below
an A-Plus.

Do you know what happened?
Did you study?

Of course I studied.
I'm always studying.

In fact, I studied for this exam
all last weekend

while I was visiting Seth
at school.

I can't believe it.

And to think, I was attacking
Bitchy Barbara

for letting a man
take priority over her job.

Meanwhile, I let Seth
take priority over mine,

which is to get good grades!

It makes sense in a way.

Sex can make a person
do crazy things.

I guess you would know.

You and Walt have
the craziest sex of anyone.

Well...

Not exactly.

Oh, please tell me
you do not expect Walt

to do it with you
when he has the chicken pox.

No, of course not.

No, even before this,
it was just...

Well...

Less than... happening.

We seem to have had a drop-off.
Is that normal?

Don't ask me.

I just destroyed my entire life
for sex.

Well, don't ask me.
I haven't had it at all.

Well, that could change
if you take George to the dance.

We need to spend less time
thinking about guys

and focus more
on our paths in life.

Actually, Carrie might have
a new path.

Larissa offered her
an internship

at "Interview" magazine.

That madwoman in heels?

What does your dad have to say
about this?

Uh, I haven't told him.

I'm kind of stalling.

Carrie, didn't he get you
the job at the law firm?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

My parents would kill me if they
got me that, and I bailed on it.

Please.
Who cares what parents say?

I don't, in case
you were wondering.

And you shouldn't either.

- So I shouldn't talk to him?
- No! Just do it.

He doesn't know what you do
once you're in the city.

But I think of my dad
as someone I can talk to,

someone I can trust.

I mean, he's not
like a friend exactly,

but he's certainly
more than just a dad.

I have no idea what you mean.

The only time my dad and I talk

is when he says
"pass the salt."

Carrie, dads are scary.
That's their job.

Mine is probably
going to crush me

when he finds out about
this grade.

You're lucky you have
the dad you do.

Trust me, I know.

I'm just saying, at some point,

you'll have to
make decisions for yourself.

Well, something this big,
you need to consult a parent.

I don't know what to do.

I know that part of growing up
is making my own choices,

but I also think

my dad would have
a good perspective on all this.

Take the job.

Talk you your dad.

Now I wasn't just caught
between two jobs and two guys,

but between
two friends' opinions.

I wasn't so ready
to deal with any of it,

except suddenly
i had no choice.

Hey, comrade.
Mind if I fall in?

Please do.

After all, it doesn't seem
anyone minds if we hang out.

What do you mean?

Oh, nothing.

I was just surprised
Donna knew about Thanksgiving,

and that she seemed so cool
about it.

I mean, not that there was
anything not cool about it.

Donna didn't have any reason
to worry.

Uh, it was only
Thanksgiving dinner.

And since we didn't even
have a turkey,

there was barely a dinner
at all.

I told Donna
because I didn't want

to put you in
an awkward position.

Awkward?
What... what could be awkward?

There's nothing awkward.

Oh, I just didn't
want you to feel like

you were part of a lie.

You know, with all your friends
there, it felt kinda weird.

No. No weird at all.
There was no weirdness.

Donna did actually seem
pretty okay with it.

With Donna, you never know.

You only see what
she wants you to see.

I wish I could hide
what I'm feeling.

I just say everything
that comes into my head.

The words just tumble out
like clowns from a clown car.

Look, I'm doing it now.

I should probably learn
to just keep quiet.

No, let the clowns do
their thing.

I like how everything with you
is out in the open.

I think it's cute,
you spinning out to control,

wondering if I'm telling people
about Thanksgiving.

That's me.
Just send in the clowns!

All right. Well, I'll see you
at the dance, all right?

You bet you will.

I will be there.

There was no way I was going
to the dance empty-handed,

so I decided to fill up my
dance card with George Silver.

George, it's me.

So... I wanted
to talk to you

about my internship
at the law firm.

Is everything all right?

Did something go wrong
at the firm?

Well...

You know, a lot of work
went into getting you this job.

We can't mess this up.

You are extremely lucky
to have it.

The firm had never let
a high schooler work there

before you.

And your school wasn't
so sure about it either.

- They weren't?
- They keep asking

how they would know that
you were doing the work.

You know, worried about

how many days of school
you'd have to miss.

Finally, I was able
to get them to agree

after everything
you'd been through.

I didn't realize.

Thanks, dad.

Mm.

For once, I kept what I was
really feeling to myself.

That's awesome.

And I feel really lucky.

I met George as a result,
so... that's a huge bonus.

Great.
That's wonderful, kiddo.

So what did you want
to talk to me about?

Um...

I wanted to know
how you became a lawyer.

Did you ever think
of any other careers?

No. Never.

No, I always wanted to do this.

What Harlan does
is more corporate.

What I do
is more person to person.

I get to help people.

You know, like what I did
for your friend Sebastian.

Hmm. Right. That.

And you were right, Carrie.

I was very impressed with him
at Thanksgiving.

He seems like a decent kid.
Just made a mistake.

He is.

And... that sounds kind of cool,
what you do.

That you help people.

Well, you should
come by the office sometime,

see me in action.

Maybe someday

you could, uh,

come and work at the practice.

No pressure, of course.

Kind of feels
like pressure, dad.

I just...

I think it would be exciting
if we both did the same thing.

Same thing.
That'd be... cool.

You got a good head on those
shoulders of yours, kiddo.

Hello?

Darling!

Larissa?

The law firm gave me
your number.

Where in the world is 203?

Oh, um, I'm at my dad's.

Why on earth?
You're a grown woman.

Um, I'm playing nurse
for the night.

Uh, my dad seems
kind of flu-y.

Uh, you wouldn't wanna know
the details.

Well, it's Monday. I need
an answer about the internship.

Larissa, today is Thursday.

Oh, is it?

Silly me.

Well, then I'll talk to you
Monday,

and your, uh, answer
better be "yes."

You sure you're okay not having
a date for the dance tonight?

If you want, you can come
with me and George.

Or me and Seth.

Nah, I'm kind of excited
about going stag.

I will take a ride, though.

What do say you and me get all
dolled up at your house, Mouse?

Sure.

Seth is coming ready 7:00,
so maybe be there around 6:45.

Hello?! How long do you think
getting dolled up takes?

I will be there at 5:00.

Mrs. Holzman!
Mrs. Holzman, wait!

Uh-oh. This is about
that exam grade.

Mrs. Holzman!
Mrs. Holzman!

You said we could
talk after school.

I'd almost forgotten.

It's about my poor exam grade...
The B-Plus.

A B-Plus is hardly
a poor grade.

Harvard, Yale,
and Princeton admissions

would all beg to differ.

Isn't there anything I can do?

Besides study harder next time?

Please! Maybe a retest?

Some extra credit? Anything.

Fine. I'll give you
an extra credit assignment.

But I want it in my office
on my desk by 8:00 P.M. tonight.

I'm chaperoning the dance,

so I'll leave my door open
until then.

Thank you! Thank you!
Thank you!

This is even longer
than the exam.

I'll never finish it
by 8:00.

The more you talk,
the less gets done.

Come in.

You look great, sweetie.

Thanks.

Um, uh, this came for you.

I think it must be
from the law firm.

Oh, you must be making
quite an impression

for them to be sending you
things at home.

I do my part.

You gonna be ready for pictures
in ten?

Dorrit and I are headed
to "The Nutcracker."

I can't believe
she hasn't bailed on me.

Yeah. Shocking.

I'll get that.
It's probably George.

Yeah. I'll be down
in a minute.

Okay.

There it was...

The caption I wrote.
My words in print.

And for a second,

i forgot all about the law firm
and my dad's expectations.

Even the dance.

Carrie, George is here!

Camera's loaded!

♪ I could see it was
a rough-cut Tuesday ♪

♪ slow-motion weekdays
stare me down ♪

Okay, let's organize. Who wants
to be in charge of what?

I'll get the drinks.
I can carry a lot at a time.

It's a gift.

I'll go with Seth. I know
where the bottles are buried.

And I'll just stay here
and be in charge of you.

Okay.

Mouse,
what are you looking for?

I need somewhere to work
for a while.

I have to finish
my extra credit.

I thought you were doing that
before the dance.

Well, if Maggie wasn't
so intent

on making me look like
Shirley temple, I would have.

Try anywhere
but under the bleachers.

That's where people are
gonna do it.

I'll be back in a bit.

Just make sure
Seth stays with Maggie.

And if he asks, I'm in
the bathroom. Indefinitely.

Okay.

♪ Freeze frame

well, your friends have
a lot going on...

Which gives us more time
to ourselves.

Let's go dance.

♪ If I could shoot, shoot,
doo-doo-doo ♪

♪ freeze frame

♪ if I could shoot, shoot,
doo-doo-doo ♪

♪ freeze frame

Here.

And from one dance
to another...

You look nice.

That's your mom's dress.

This is the only dress I have.

Well, you look great in it.

Did you bring any food?

Food?

Mom used to always
bring food from home

so we didn't have to
waste money on concessions.

Oh. I didn't know,

but I'm more than happy
to splurge on concessions,

if that's what you want.

Oh, how about some of those, uh,
Jordan almonds you love so much?

I hate Jordan almonds.
Gross.

Your mom told me
you always begged for them.

Well, now I don't.

Oh, hey.
How about a-a program?

Huh?

Mom thought programs were
a waste of money.

20 minutes, Mouse.
You can do this.

There you are. Finally!

Seth.
What are you doing here?

I thought you were with Maggie.

She got distracted

with some peach schnapps
she squirreled away.

You afraid I'm gonna be
a bad dancer?

No. No, I can't wait
to dance with you.

Wait.

What's with the pen and paper?

♪ no good for me

♪ You're no good for me ♪

This blows. I love this song.

I spiked it.

Is there any punch in this?

Maybe like a drop or two.

I like it.

Even though I wanted Sebastian
to see my new boyfriend,

all of the sudden
I was feeling caught.

Oh, hi, Carrie.

This must be your new boyfriend
Maggie was telling me about.

I didn't know
you had a new boyfriend.

There are a lot of things
you don't know about me, Kydd.

I gather that's true.

This is George, my boyfriend.

Nice to meet you.

You two seem like
a lovely couple.

Your size difference
is positively charming.

Thank you for that.

Well, it was great
seeing you both.

Um, we're off...
to the dance floor.

Have fun, Bradshaw.

Who was that guy?

Nobody. Absolutely nobody.

What are you doing here?

I'm here patrolling the dance,
Maggie.

Really?

So you're not
checking up on me?

No. Why do you care?

Aren't you here
with your boyfriend?

He is sick.

So you're here alone?

I'm allowed to have my own fun.

Yes, you are.

And maybe I can
be a part of that.

I-I don't know.

Admit it.

It's always more fun
when you're with me.

Wake up!

I wouldn't want you to miss
intermission.

And just as soon
as the enchantment had arrived,

it was gone.

Holzman said the assignment
had to be on her desk

by 8:00 P.M. sharp.

W-what does your swatch say?

8:07! I knew I'd never finish
in time! I never had a chance!

I told you,
you should've let me help.

That would've been cheating.

It's locked.

I knew it. We're too late.

I can see some other assignments
on her desk.

Maybe you should just try
sliding it under the door.

It's worth a shot.
You really are a genius!

Okay.

No!

Now what?

Yes!

Hold it right there.

You are so incredibly sexy.

No one's ever called me that.

♪ to feel alive

Mind getting us another drink?

Me and my trusty friend
are on it.

♪ spins round

what exactly do you think
you're doing?

Stop staring at me.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You practically bore a hole
through both of us.

Isn't that what you wanted?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You obviously wanted me to see
you dancing with him.

No, what I wanted is
to dance with my boyfriend.

I just find it surprising
you never mentioned him.

Why? I don't think who I'm
dating is any of your business.

You're with Donna,
and I'm cool with that.

I don't stare at you.

It's like you were trying
to distract me on purpose.

I think you might need
to ask yourself, Bradshaw,

if you're so into this guy,

why were you paying
so much attention to me?

I'm happy with George, okay?
And I won't let you ruin that.

So please, leave me alone.

♪ Ah, ooh

♪ the world spins on and on

oh. I got your drink.

♪ Ah, ooh

♪ the world spins on and on

Let's get out of here.

♪ Ah, ooh

♪ the world spins round

oh, yeah.

♪ Ah, ooh

♪ the world spins on
and on and on and on ♪

Dorrit...

I've been looking everywhere
for you.

What is wrong?

How could you fall asleep
like that?

I-I don't know. I just... I...
I drifted off.

I didn't even want
to come with you tonight.

I knew something like this
would happen.

I knew you wouldn't get it.
You never get anything.

Dorrit, I came here to try.

To try to get to understand
what it is that you want,

what you're interested in.

Yeah, snoring next to me
really proved that.

I did not come here for
the dancing snowflakes, Dorrit.

I came here to be with you.

Maybe I dozed off

because I've been working
for three nights straight

on one of the biggest cases
of my life

so I could take tonight off
to take you to this.

I didn't know that.

Well, you're a teenager.
You're not supposed to.

I don't know how
to talk to you.

What do you mean?

I feel weird when we're, like,
alone together.

I was only ever alone with mom.

That's crazy.

What about when we would go out
for pizza after soccer?

You do realize that was Carrie.

I'm sorry.

Carrie has you.

And I had mom.

Which means
I don't have anyone anymore.

Dorrit, do you really
believe that?

Well, it's just not true.

Of course you have me.

And you are not alone.

I'm cool with being alone.

Who wants to offer
an explanation?

Miss, if I may?

There are only two reasons
students break into classrooms...

To steal tests or have sex.

Mrs. Holzman, I promise
I was only trying

to turn in my extra credit.

Scout's honor.

Well, strangely, I believe you.

You're my only student who's
more concerned with her grades

than... well, anything.

Does that mean you'll take
my extra credit?

No. It just means you get
the benefit of the doubt.

You'll have to keep
the B-Plus.

You were late turning in
the assignment.

But I worked so hard on it.

You might wanna minimize
your losses

and just be happy you aren't
being sent to the principal.

This will never happen again.

- Until it does.
- You don't believe me?

Stay out of trouble, okay?

It's a little late for that.

- Excuse me. Sorry.
- Ow.

Suddenly,
Dorrit wasn't so alone,

that was clear
to everyone around her.

Wow.

Looks like you were still having
fun even without Walt here.

What are you talking
about?

The hot cop.

Yeah. That's someone
who works for my dad.

And is part
of his job description

screwing his boss' daughter?

Wonder if that hunk in uniform
would enjoy jail.

Talk of the town, I'm guessing.

Go away, Donna.

This is none of your business.

Except you made it my business.

And your friends are always
in my business anyway,

so I guess it all evens out.

What friends
are you talking about?

The little one.

She's so small,
yet such a big pest.

Wow.

You must be threatened.

I'm just protecting what's mine

and making sure
that you help me.

Like I would ever help you.

If you don't want people finding
out, including your boyfriend,

you will keep Carrie away
from Sebastian.

How in the world
am I supposed to do that?

You'll figure out a way,

or your secret gets out.

You don't have to do this,
you know.

Carrie's totally into
her new guy.

I'm so glad
you thought of this.

We should do it more often.

In the limo or in general
or just, like...

We'll talk about it later.

George, isn't there a chauffeur
or something in the front seat?

He's used to
this sort of thing.

Um, George,
just give me a second, okay?

I'd gotten so caught up

in trying to prove a point
to Sebastian,

I was now caught in a situation
I wasn't ready for.

George, I'm not sure I can...

Oh, sure you can.
I have faith in you.

George, I'm not having sex
with you, okay?

Not with some stranger
in the front seat

and a seat belt jabbing me
in the back.

You dragged me out here.

Well, I know, but...

Is this your thing?

You dangle it in front of a guy
and then don't give it up?

I don't have a "thing."

I'm a virgin.

Oh.

I didn't know that.

Yeah. So you see
how that changes things.

Sure.

Look, I know
most guys hate that,

but I'm totally cool with it.

Like, I like the idea
that I'd be your first.

I'm sorry,

but it's not something for
you to be "cool with" or not.

It's about me and what I want.

But I don't see why the virgin
thing has to be a big deal.

Your virginity is just something
you get out of the way

so you can start having fun.

Well, I don't see it
that way at all.

Sex means more to me than that.

I don't want to lose
my virginity

in the back of a car with
some guy who's pressuring me.

I wanna lose it to someone
who thinks its special,

someone who thinks I'm special.

You're right.

Sometimes I forget
you're younger than me.

I love that you're a romantic.

And your first time
should be special.

So...

Maybe you just take care of me?

Okay,
I should probably go.

Go where?

Back to the gym.

And you should go back
to Manhattan.

I-I'm breaking up with you.

Are you kidding?

Do you know how good
you've got it?

Yes, I do,

and that's why I'm saying
good-bye to you, George.

What? All right,
well, good luck getting home.

Suddenly I wasn't caught
between two guys at all.

I was now by myself,

caught in a web of my own making.

Thanks for walking home
with me.

I can't find Mouse or Seth
anywhere.

Well, my ride drove off
in a cloud of dust,

- so you're doing better than me.
- Wow, you must be so crushed.

Are you sure there's no way
you could get back with George?

Wait. You think I made
a mistake?

You don't think I should've
slept with him, do you?

I don't know, Carrie.

Maybe how and where you lose
your virginity doesn't...

Really matter
in the big scheme of things.

Doesn't it mean more

to lose your virginity
to someone you really love?

Like you did with Walt?

I guess I actually deserve
the B-Plus.

Not because I didn't turn in
the assignment on time, but...

Because I've been letting
our relationship

get in the way
of my schoolwork.

So...

I wasn't gonna say anything,
but...

My grades have
been suffering, too.

Really?

Why didn't you tell me?

I was afraid you might
look down on me

or think I couldn't hack it.

I guess neither of us could
hack it.

We can't do this, Seth.

I know. We have to study more
when we're together.

It's more than just that.

We're not people
who get B-Pluses.

We're people who get
A-Pluses.

We can't hold each other back
from that,

no matter how much
we'd like to be together.

Are you breaking up with me?

Seth, look at us!

We're people who know
exactly what we want

and what it takes to get there.

Getting good grades and staying
on path is who we are.

But maybe
there's a way around it.

You know, what if we made
a kind of contract?

You know, set aside
"X" number of hours?

This isn't who I really am.
It's gotten out of control.

I almost got suspended.

I see your point.

Mouse knew

in order for her and Seth
to be who they truly were,

they would need to let go
of each other.

I can't believe

you've been carrying
all this around for so long.

So you don't hate me?

Sweetie, I'm not here
to judge you.

But I do feel awful for Walt.

I mean, you cheated on him.

I know.

Obviously, something deeper
is going on for you.

What is it?

I don't know. I...

I mean, I love Walt

despite what I've done.
But it just...

It feels like something
isn't working between us.

I can't quite put my finger
on it,

but it feels like it's me.

You can't beat yourself up.

But I do think you and Walt
need to deal with this.

Talk to each other.

What if he never
speaks to me again?

I guess I deserve that.

He needs to hear it from you,

not Donna.

Oh, yeah. You're right.

On the bright side,
Sebastian must really like you.

Donna's like a cornered cat.

Ah, who knows?
That Sebastian's a tricky one.

And I don't want to get
caught up in all the drama.

I've created enough of my own.

Maybe we should
just forget about boys.

Ha! Totally.

But even in other parts
of my life, I can't escape it.

I feel like I've created this
whole fantasy inside my head

about how I could work
at "Interview."

Ohh. I mean,
what was I thinking?

I-I can't leave the law firm.

My dad would be crushed.

But you really want
"Interview."

Don't lose this chance.
You'll totally regret it.

And trust me, regret's no fun.

I'll walk you home.

We all feel caught
at some point or another

between choices.

As the band Devo once said,

"freedom of choice
is what we want.

Freedom from choice
is what we need."

♪ Funny how I find myself

having choices, at first,
feels exciting,

but after a while
it can also be overwhelming,

like we're trapped
with no clear way out.

♪ If I was sometimes
played upon ♪

♪ afraid to lose

if you're lucky,

you might find someone is there
to catch you

when you finally escape
the web.

♪ I'd tell myself ♪

♪ what good you do

but most of the time,
it's harder.

♪ Convince myself

♪ it's my life ♪

♪ don't you forget ♪

Some people get caught between
their secrets

and wanting to do
the right thing...

♪ It's my life ♪

While others are caught between

their desires
and their ambitions.

♪ It never ends

i was faced with
a tough decision, for sure.

But I no longer
felt caught between

what I wanted
and what my dad wanted.

I realized this was my life,

and I wasn't going to have
any regrets.

♪ How much do you

♪ commit yourself?

♪ It's my life ♪

♪ don't you forget ♪

♪ it never ends

♪ It's my life ♪

Carrie!

Welcome to "Interview."

I am so glad that you are here.

Larissa.
Oh.

♪ Never ends

Me, too.

♪ It never ends

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