Lunch minus Charlotte begins. Samantha takes out reading glasses (Chanel, she says), and says to Carrie's smiling face that yes, she needs glasses, and she has a young man who loves to fuck her, and she's fabulous. Mir asks if she's thought of putting that on a t-shirt. I'd wear it. Only because it's all true. Carrie asks if they've heard of Misha before. Mir is all, who? But Ye Olde Tymer Sam ("forty-fucking-five!") says he was the shit back at Studio 54. Wow, no cobwebs even. He looks good for 53. Carrie just says, "He was odd." Well, maybe he wasn't as COMICAL as you, my dear.

Char sits down, grinning like a jack-o-lantern. With good reason. She's pregnant. Three weeks! The table erupts in congrats and ebullient smiles. Sam says, "Oh my god." Then, she excuses herself and scratches her crotch. Then she explains that she's "growing it out," meaning her pubic hair. "Smith enjoys a full bush." Charming. Dignified, even. Char still glows. "Everything is exactly like it always was, but I'm pregnant!" Way to go, Charlotte.