Samantha stands in front of Jerry in what must be a Betsey Johnson kimono (pink, with a leopard collar) and says she has something to show him, and she doesn't want him to freak out. She drops the kimono, and he says, "Whoa. Where'd it all go?" She shaved it off. And...Sam can't say she has gray pubes. "I don't have time for you to be down there, searching for it." I think he bought it.

Carrie sits upstairs at Russian Samovar, listening to Misha talk about how he likes his dark studio, and pain. Carrie says, "You are too Russian. You got a girl out of bed to tell her you like pain? Lighten up, Bob. Don't you know any jokes?" Dessert arrives, and Carrie has some tea sweetened with black cherries at Misha's urging. Then he insists she take a banana and stash it in her purse, for breakfast. As she tries to fit the banana in her clutch, he asks, "Is thot a bonona in your purse, or are you just glod to see me?" She cracks up.

They get to the gallery at 3 AM. The cab zooms off, with Carrie's purse inside. Misha flies into action, leaping and running down the street until he catches up with the cab (!) and gets her purse. He opens it, and holds the banana up in the air triumphantly.

And, at 3 AM, the artist is still there. Carrie looks at her. Misha whispers, "Do you vont to gif her a bonona?" Carrie giggles, then looks at the artist, abashed. The artist cocks an eye at Carrie and almost smiles. Subtle.

Carrie and Misha emerge and grab a cab. Misha talks in Russian to the driver, and he drives off. Carrie is all, what the? Misha says he told the driver to wait so they could have a proper goodnight. Oh. They smile at each other. Their faces are very close together. He says, "You are funny. Light." She smiles. He says, "So. Not tonight, eh?" Carrie shakes her head no. They kiss. She VOs, "And he tasted like black cherries." Sweet.