Samantha: What about a little birthday dinner? Il Cantinori, something nice.
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Carrie: Hmm, I'm not sure I wanna do anything I'm kind of in a laying low.
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Samantha: Laying low or feeling low?
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Carrie: No, I'm fine.
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Samantha: Oh, come on! You've got to do better than that! You've got to grab 35 by the balls and say, "Hey, world, I'm 35!"
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Carrie: Ok, calm down, Auntie Mame.
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Samantha: I'll put the dinner together. All you have to is show up. Just close friends. Very fabulous light.
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Carrie: All right. Yeah, that sounds fun. Thank you.
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Samantha: Should I invite Big?
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Carrie: What? Are you slowly trying to kill me on the way to lunch?
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Samantha: Well, technically you are friends now, right?
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Carrie: Um, you know, a phone call here and there. It¡¯s friendly. Why? Do you think I should invite him?
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Samantha: Oh, honey, how should I know? When I'm done with them, I'm done with them.
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Carrie: Maybe not. Besides, I think he's still in London. Let's just keep it to low maintenance friends. All right.
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Priest: Hey! Welcome. Come in. Come in.
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Samantha: He is hot!
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Carrie: He is a priest.
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Samantha: He is a hot priest! Look at his robe. It's so Robin and his Merry Men.
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Priest: Estabyen, gracias.
Samantha: Oh! You tell them, Friar Fuck!
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Carrie: OK, sister. Let's go. I¡¯m not gonna lose my table at Pastisse so you can cruise a holy man.
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Samantha: What street are we on again?
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* low maintenance: (°íÀå µîÀ¸·Î) À¯Áö, ¼ö¸®¸¦ ÇÒ ÇÊ¿ä ¾ø´Â
* cruise: (±¸¾î) µ¹¾Æ´Ù´Ï´Ù, ¿¬¾Ö »ó´ë¸¦ ã¾Æ´Ù´Ï´Ù
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