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Carrie: I swear to God. If they'd been holding tomatoes instead of Louis Vuitton clutch bags, I'd be dead woman.
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Miranda: Or at least gazpacho.
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Carrie: Do you know that there are no available men out there?
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Miranda: Ah¡¦ We're at my date's wake, so yes.
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Carrie: Gosh~ they¡¯re so hostile.
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Miranda: Fuck 'em.
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Carrie: Oh, maybe they¡¯re right. I mean, what do I know about man. All I have is a bunch of failed relationships.
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Miranda: And one affair.
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Carrie: Thanks. As if being dead-person, adjacent isn't bad enough. I'm supposed to teach another one this class next week. What am I gonna do?
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Miranda: Hire a bodyguard. This is my first wake.
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Carrie: Don't expect a goody bag. Oh! Oh, my God, open casket. No, no, no¡¦ I've never seen a dead body before. Let's get out of here.
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Miranda: We can't. People are looking at us.
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Carrie: Wow! He's cute.
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Miranda: Was. Damn!
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