Cut to Char slaving over a hot stove. Carrie VOs, "Martha Jewart." Mir and Carrie are helping her make the challah. Carrie says Char doesn't have to "hollah!" Cripes. Char asks Mir to check the recipe, and as Mir turns the page she sees "Mr. and Mrs. Harry Goldenblatt." "Mrs. Charlotte York Goldenblatt." What the fuck is this, high school? I want to see the page where Char practiced her autograph. Did she write H.O.L.L.A.N.D somewhere, for "Hoping Our Love Lasts And Never Dies"? If she doesn't do that, it means they're gonna break up. Whoops! But I had to say it. Carrie giggles. Mir asks if Char got married when she was at work, and points out that she "forgot 'Yorkenblatt.'" Hee. Char says she's "been thinking," and what do the girls "think about November?" That it's the eleventh month? That it sometimes gets cold, sometimes is temperate? That it's Thanksgiving? No, Char meant for the wedding. Mir asks if Harry has even proposed yet. Nope. Is Char "counting her matzo balls before they rise?" Carrie advises her to zip it. Char insists that it's "meant to be" and they are totally gonna get married. Swear! It's so totally gonna happen! Um.
Sam sneaks into a restaurant wearing sunglasses, a black satin trench, and a beret. The piano is appropriately suspenseful. She slinks over to a table where Jerry is already seated, and asks about the microfilm. Jerry says he has an idea, a much sexier idea. Something new to relieve the boredom from all the half-dressed professional and criminal scenarios they've been enacting. Sam gasps and says, "Hotter than Secret Service sluts?" Jerry says, "I'm me, you're you. Go." Sam doesn't like this too much. She says right out loud and to his face that she doesn't want to know all about him. He says that's harsh. She says she is harsh, and also self-sufficient, nasty, smart, and always right, in the office and in the bedroom. Jerry says he knew that. But can he tell her just one thing about himself? Sam doesn't really want to hear it. He just wants to tell her his last name. It's Jared. Sam takes a pause. "Your parents named you Jerry Jared? No wonder you drank." Jerry say, and I often use his exact inflection, "Right." Carrie VOs that "that night, Samantha and Jerry got off on playing themselves." Aww.