I would like to know how you could even think of going to Paris…
…and not even think about discussing it with me.
I think about you all the time.
What’s he doing? What’s he thinking? But you, no.
When were you planning to tell me? Are you still there?
Okay, because I think about you all the time.
No. Correction, correction. I think about us all the time.
Can we get into this another time? I was sleeping.
Look. It’s never a good time for you. You’re always sleeping, or you’re going….
You’re always going. Your fucking “Taxi!”
Then you’re on a plane to France for maybe a year.
You’re a freaking old man. You should be thinking about somebody else.
This is not fake us. This is real.
Even if you don’t know it, it is. I am a woman. A wo-man!
Have another cocktail, Woman.
This isn’t about cocktails. This is about basic human decency.
This is about taking responsibility. It’s about being a grown-up. It’s about being a man.
I am a man. I’m a tired man. It’s 5:30 in the morning here.
You better get used to it because if you move there, this is how our relationship is gonna be.
You’ll be sleeping when I’m eating and I’ll be sleeping when….
Are you still there?
I’m going to bed. I have an important meeting at 9:00.
Fine, hang up. Don’t call me when I’m sleeping because…
…I have a job here too, you know. Shit.
Sex and the City, 2x12
Carrie and Mr Big
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