Miranda Hobbes

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

- It's not the fucking fart. - I know it's not the fucking fart.

I farted in front of my boyfriend.

Well, what I want is to get laid. What I need is to get laid.

You farted. You're human.

You've been having sex.

There are people starving out there and you're fasting.

He's perfect, perfect, perfect, and I'm the girl who farts.

I'm warning you.

- Actually, I hardly miss it. - How long has it been?

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

I haven't dated in a hundred years. I haven't a clue.

- And? - And we're no longer having sex.

- I need is to get laid. - Take it easy, lady. I'm married.

Stop complaining. At least you can take care of yourself.

Yeah, she's something else.

Jesus, Carrie! That's it. I've heard enough about the fart.

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

Now would be a good time to wipe that horrified look off your face.

I'm sorry, sweetie.

Samantha, I cannot believe that you would give this up on purpose.

Look at them.

Three times? Try three months.

I'm way beyond that point.

If I make it to four months, I'm humping one of you.