Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

by Charlotte's friend Madeline Dunn, an upcoming interior designer.
l think that this should be our song.
l'm afraid we don't want the same things.
lt's not imporant to him. Nothing is imporant to him.
lf he sleeps on it while staying in my fabulous aparment,
Even on the verge of breaking the speed record for relationships,
Are they in the Evelyn Wood plan, too?
Charlotte wasn't kidding about the dress. lt was hard not to notice her.
an incredible woman who must be drunk because she just agreed to marry me!
Where's Big?
Christ! My rerun's here!
Miranda was in the situation every woman dreams of:
lt's the famous poet, Carrie Bradshaw.
At least we get to see who's arriving alone.
Of course. You met him at the engagement party.
- Where do they want the gifts? - Excuse me, l'm not the gift person.
- Look at you! - Oh, my God!
so l joined Madeline for an hour in the presence of absolute cerainty.
lce. We should get more ice.
- Sorry to interrupt. - That's beautiful. ls it Biedermeier?
by sleeping with a man she thought she could marry.
Of course.
but a slow dance makes you forgive and forget.
Can l just say...wow!