Stanford: Excuse me, but when did wild sex come back in style? Carrie: Oh I think that was the weekend you spent at the Barney's warehouse sale. Waiter: (male, barely dressed) Three cosmopolitans, a diet coke, and a vodka martini with a twist. Samantha: (whips the table) I said olive! (Waiter bends over, and Samantha gives his butt a whipping) Bad waiter! Bad waiter! Miranda: What do you tip for that? Samantha: Anyone else want a whack? Charlotte: How does he wait our tables dressed like that, it's humiliating. Carrie: Well the summer I worked at Howard Johnson's I had to wear an orange hat. Samantha: Don't be so judgemental! This is just a sexual expression. All these people have jobs and pay their bills. They're just having fun with fetishes. (tickling Charlotte with the tip of her whip) Hmm, I wonder what your fetish is. Stanford: Charlotte has a thing for Crabtree & Evelyn foot cream. Charlotte: I don't have a fetish! Samantha: We all have a fetish! The difference between us and them is, they're putting it out there where everyone can see. And I think it's healthy and fabulous. Carrie: (getting up) Well, it was lovely to see you all. And remember ladies, whipping on the first date is considered forward. Stanford: You sit your ass down, Mistress Carrie, there are drinks present. Carrie: No can do, Big's flying to Paris tomorrow for business and I want to say goodbye. Samantha: Oh, why not give him a goodbye he'll never forget? (hands the whip and top hat to Carrie) Stanford: Sacre bleu! Samantha: Go get 'im, girl!