Carrie gets the money via a check from Big. Thirty grand, just like that. She whips it out of her bra over dinner at a Chinese restaurant with her friends and holds it in front of their faces. Well, let me see: if her bank wouldn't give her a loan, how is she supposed to get a mortgage? She just shows up with a huge check and says, oh, an ex gave it to me. He's loaded. I can pay the mortgage off, swear! What's that? It's only television? I see. So, Mir is all, don't take the money, because then Big will "have power" over Carrie. Sam is all, "It's only money! Take it!" Char says this conversation is making her uncomfortable. "We shouldn't be talking about money." Mir asks why not, since they talk about "everything else." Mir offers Carrie fifteen grand, and Sam says she can pony up the other half. Carrie looks just like SJP when she accepted her Golden Globe, with her hand on her chest and a demure head bob, calling Mir and Sam's generosity "really, really sweet." Oh, my golly! Char slurps on her beverage and looks away. Carrie shoots Charlotte a look, then reiterates that it's "really, really sweet" of them, but she'll do it on her own. She tears up Big's check right there. Char finally speaks up and says she has news! She got a job as a docent at MOMA. Carrie is all, what does it pay? Because she "can docent." Oh, that's annoying. Char says it's a volunteer position, but "very coveted." The cookies and orange slices arrive, and Carrie cracks hers open to find it has no fortune inside. Carrie says she "didn't need a cookie to tell [her] that." Broken record.
The ladies stroll in Chinatown, fanning themselves with those cute paper fans. Carrie keeps singing her poormouth song, saying the fans only cost a buck and that she'll save a lot on air conditioning. Then she stops. She's sad. "No apartment and no Aidan. It's been a rough two weeks." Oh, BOO HOO! She stops again as the others look worried, then says, "Gimme a block, I'm gonna be fine."
More of Carrie's alone-time in the apartment, with still more VO. She'll miss her apartment. Then, she gets "irrationally angry," and knows just who to "take the anger irrationally out on."
Ding dong! It's Charlotte that's going to get the brunt. Carrie stomps into Char's apartment and starts hollering. Why didn't Char offer Carrie the money? Carrie wouldn't have accepted! And Carrie would have offered the cash to Char! Char says money and friends don't mix. The rich have issues of their own, dear. Carrie says that she realizes she has money issues to work out (I'd say the problem was a failure to save, and having no goals other than meeting the fashions of the season head-on), and that she'll be getting $4 a word to do some freelance pieces for Vogue magazine (which is a ton of money for freelancing, believe me). Carrie yells some more that it "kills" her that Char is volunteering when she doesn't even have to work, and that when Charlotte was having problems, Carrie was nodding and listening and supporting her, not slurping a drink and looking away like at the Chinese restaurant. Char takes a deep breath and says she loves Carrie, but it's not her duty to fix Carrie's finances. "You're a 35-year-old woman! You need to learn to stand on your own!" Carrie sees the huge diamond gleaming on Char's finger, and calls her on wearing it. Char covers it with her hand and says she only wears it when she's alone. And the reason she's volunteering is that no one will hire her! Okay, Miss Carrie-Pants! Carrie says she's sorry, even though she doesn't sound sorry, and that she "got worked up on the walk over." Char is all, "You walked?" No, she didn't. Because the shoes Carrie loves so much "pinch." Carrie stalks out and slams the door behind her.