And Just Like That…

Chef (on laptop): All you need is salt and pepper because a great piece of meat

like this should taste of meat

and really not a whole lot else.

So, I thought we would make some...

Carrie: Why do you like cooking shows?

- No idea. - Do you cook?

- Nope. - Hm.

Chef: We start with a russet potato.

Just watch the shows.

- Yep. - (Carrie chuckles)

What about you? Do you cook?

Um... I always think I'm going to,

- but I never really do, no. - Ah.

A little piece of salmon here and there.

You know, that's about it.

Well, salmon's something.

- It is. Thank you for that. - Mm-hmm.

Salmon hard to cook?

- Brutal. - Yeah... Looks it.

Many years ago, I thought I would start poaching eggs.

I liked the idea...

of eating them in the morning on little toast points.

- Like royalty, you know, but... - (Franklyn chuckles)

Yeah.

- Didn't follow through. - Why?

You know, I was 30,

- too busy to slow my roll for a three-minute egg. - Ah, ah.

- Well, I support that poached egg dream. - (Carrie chuckles)

It's not too late.

I mean, you got the three minutes.

- I do. - Uh-huh.

Carrie: Come on, baby.

Ooh.

And here we go.

Good morning!

Did you get the caviar I sent you?

God, I get so much caviar sent to me,

I don't know which is yours.

The expensive one.

Oh, then I got it. Totally unnecessary.

Oh, I disagree, babe.

It is not every day

someone makes you their plus-one

to the Met Ball.

I mean, all those years, I've resented those

chic bitches just posing on those stairs.

And now... I'm gonna be one of them.

Oh, Seema, those stairs are only for celebrities.

Real people like us have a different entrance.

I don't care if I have to squeeze in through a doggie door,

it's the Met Ball and I'm going!

But who am I wearing?

You're wearing that young, new designer,

LTW's in custom Valentino,

so I'm sure Charlotte will "bring it."

- (door buzzing) - Oh, can you hold on a second?

I'd call Tom Ford, but I sold his apartment last year

and did not get his asking.

- Hello? - Charlotte (over intercom): It's Charlotte.

Oh, hi. Come, come on up.

Uh, listen, I gotta go, okay?

Seema: I'm just so excited.

- Carrie: Buh-bye. - Okay, I'm outta here.

Oh, don't you want an egg?

- No time. - Right... 'cause I ruined the first two.

- Hang in there. - (knocking at door)

Ah. Oh, that's, um, that's my friend, Charlotte.

I don't know why she's here.

- You wanna open the door and find out? - Oh, right.

Hi! Is it too early? I just got my sketch on my Met Ball dress.

Oh.

Uh, Charlotte Goldenblatt,

this is Franklyn Silvias, he's just leaving.

Franklyn, this is Charlotte. She's just arriving.

And I'm Carrie Bradshaw. I'll be your host and emcee

- for about the next 30 seconds. - (Franklyn chuckles)

- And who's this? - Oh, uh, this is Richard Burton.

I had to carry him up the stairs

because bulldogs have weak hind legs.

Oh, but great faces. (Chuckles)

- I'll see you Thursday at work. - Yeah, Thursday.

- All right, bye. - Okay. Bye.

- (door closes) - Who?

He's my podcast producer.

- What?! - Do you wanna put Mr. Burton down?

- Who?! - Your dog.

Here, have a seat. I'm making poached eggs with caviar.

- What?! - Yep. I've repurposed my kitchen.

Did you know that stoves aren't just for storage?

- (timer dinging) - Oh, my God. Look at that!

I just saw the final cut, but let's start the montage

with the judicial OG Constance Baker Motley. Yeah.

Mama, listen to me recite my French poem.

I gotta go, Alice. Poetry emergency.

I'll send the file with my Act One edits before I leave. Okay, bye.

Fais-le.

Gabrielle: La Cigale et la Fourmi

par Jean de La fontaine.

- Herbert Jr.: Ma! - La Cigale ayant chante...

Hey, Ma, where's my lacrosse stick?

Hall closet on the left side.

- Did you brush your teeth? - Yeah.

- Breath? - (Herbert Jr. exhales)

Good.

Tout I'ete Elle se trouva bien depourvue...

Mom, you never signed my permission slip

for the robotics competition.

I sent it in yesterday.

- Did you brush your teeth? - Yeah.

- Breath? - (exhales)

- Good. - Quand la bise fut venue...

- Herbert: Honey? - Yes?

Did my Morehouse tie make it home from the cleaners?

Lisa Todd Wexley: I don't know. Why don't you ask

the other 50 ties in your closet?

Sarcasm for breakfast.

Well, it's lunchtime for me.

I've been up since four working on my edit.

I know you have...

but I missed you this morning.

- Mm. - Mm, I missed you yesterday morning.

- Did you miss me? - So much.

But right now, I have to send this email,

get the children to school, head downtown...

and dazzle the Walker Foundation

to get this other 25 grand to finish my doc.

Oh, but other than that, it is all about missing you.

Okay? And your missing tie.

Okay. You're working too hard.

Why don't you cancel this meeting and let me write you a check?

Well, that is a very generous offer,

but considering I am a grown woman with an MFA in film

and two docs under my belt,

I think I can rely on myself to secure the financing.

- Loud and clear. - And later this evening,

it will be louder and clearer.

Let's go, Gabrielle.

Au revoir, big, swinging checkbook.

Okay, go ahead.

We, uh, we kissed in the elevator...

- Mm-hmm. - Three weeks ago at work

and wound up back at my place.

- I am so, so happy for you, Carrie. - (Carrie laughs)

- Why didn't you tell me? - I didn't tell anyone.

And don't do the Charlotte thing.

Don't make us into a happy couple.

It's sex, a cooking show,

a sleepover every Thursday, and it's great. The end.

Okay. How big is his dick?

I'm not allowed to be me, so I'm gonna be Samantha.

- Okay, wait. Now I'm gonna be Miranda. - Oh-oh.

- Uh-oh. Okay. - If you sleep with someone at work,

you are giving away your power.

Mm... I miss Charlotte.

If you see her, will you tell her that I miss her?

Yes. I'm just surprised.

- I mean, it's just kind of unexpected. - Mm-hmm.

Well, you know what?

Life's too short not to try something new.

- Like poaching an egg. - Mm!

- (FaceTime ringing) - (gasps)

Hey! How's it goin'?

Miranda (on phone): Best getaway ever.

The sun, the sex, the toasted chili salsa.

- I feel so alive. - Nya (on phone): Really?

'Cause it looks like you're just standin' around

in your underwear in a weird-ass room.

Best standing in my underwear in a weird-ass room ever!

Che got stuck in a costume fitting for their TV pilot,

so I'm taking their sensory deprivation tank appointment.

That doesn't sound like you.

It's the new me. Best me ever!

Nya: Well, I'm still the old me, sitting on my couch at night

watching "Bridgerton" knockoffs, waiting for a FaceTime

from my estranged husband on tour.

Well, that's gotta stop now.

Get out of the house.

- Take yourself to dinner. - I tried that, Miranda.

It's exhausting explaining to curious waiters

why their favorite married couple

isn't splitting their usual cacio e pepe.