Charlotte is trying to decide whether to have anal sex with a man she's dating. Miranda: It all depends on how much you like him? Charlotte: A lot. Miranda: "Dating a few months until somebody better comes along a lot", or "marrying him and moving to the East Hampton's" a lot? Charlottte: I don't know, I'm not sure. Miranda: Well, you better get sure real quick. Charlotte: You're scaring me. Carrie: Don't scare her. Miranda: It's all about control. If he goes up there, there's gonna be a shift in power, either he'll have the upper hand or you will. Now there's a certain camp that believe whoever holds the dick, holds the power. (Cab Driver turns around) Hello, you're driving! The question is, if he goes up your butt, will he respect you more or respect you less? That's the issue. Cab Driver: No smoking in cab. Carrie: Sir, were talking "up the butt", a cigarette is in order. (Cuts to Samantha now in the cab) Samantha: Front. Back. Who cares? A hole is a hole. Miranda: Can I quote you? Samantha: Don't be so judgmental. You could use a little back door. Charlotte: I'm not a hole. Carrie: Honey, we know. Samantha: Look, all I'm saying is this is a physical expression, that the body, well, it was designed to experience. And p.s., it's fabulous.
Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cites. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.