Carrie, now in her traveling outfit of that crazy Gaultier-esque black and white striped skirt and top (with the big old flower on it), hears that the car is downstairs to take her to the airport. Now, I kind of like this outfit. It looks stretchy and comfortable, good for the plane. And it's graphic, but simple. She goes through a dish on her vanity and grabs her Carrie nameplate necklace, tosses it in her bag, and runs out.

Sitting in the car, she looks at her building. She's totally having a more loving moment staring at her apartment than she did saying goodbye to her friends. And the lighting is better. Her lips, glossier. Her makeup, dewier. This really says it all, doesn't it? It really is All About Carrie. And even though she isn't saying anything, Shut Up, Carrie. The car slides away.

Four forks dive into a dessert. Sam's at her second dinner date of the evening, a meeting to hash out the details of "the best breast cancer benefit ever." Sam, clearly overcome by a hot flash, perspires and fans herself with a napkin, refusing the waitresses offer of "more hot decaf." The perky woman leading the dinner meeting asks the status of the goody bags. First up is the pink ribbon breast cancer cookie! Applause, applause! Sam scoffs. Every breast cancer benefit she's been to in the last five years have had "that fucking cookie," and even she, who had breast cancer, doesn't care about the fucking cookie. Some of the women that will be at the event are currently battling cancer, and "they need something more outrageous and inspirational than a fucking cookie!" Oh yeah. But let's not hate completely on the cookie's power to motivate people. I mean, some cookies can move mountains, or lift cars off babies. Maybe not that tired old pink ribbon cookie. But some cookies truly can work miracles. Sam theatrically drinks the last of her water as the meeting head agrees with her point. Those women do need something inspirational. So, she's giving them the gift of Sam. Sam gulps, then makes a "wha?" face. Her? Make a speech? But what can she say? Meeting Head doesn't know, but her parents are coming, "so please try not to say 'fuck' so much." Good luck with that. Is "cunt" still in-bounds? What about "knob-gobbler"? I don't see how one can get through an inspirational speech without utilizing those words. I mean, they both say so very much.