Sex and the City1998

Samantha Jones:
[on the phone] I am so f***ed.

Carrie:
What's wrong?

Samantha Jones:
No, I mean, literally. I have been f***ed every way you can be f***ed.

Carrie:
If you keep talking like that, I'm gonna have to charge you by the minute. [goes to a voiceover] As I searched for my morning Marlboro Light, Samantha proceed to give me a rundown of her night with Jon - no "H", no inhibitions. [voiceover ends]

Samantha Jones:
We did with him on top. Me on top. Me on my side.

Carrie:
Him on his side?

Samantha Jones:
Oh, God, yes. On his back, on his side, on his face. Have you ever done that?

Carrie:
It's too early to remember.

Samantha Jones:
Well, do it immediately. It is fabulous. These guys in their twenties, they are up for anything. How did it go with uh, you and Sam?

Carrie:
We kissed.

Samantha Jones:
Just kissed?

Carrie:
No. We just kissed for five hours, - at the club, in front of the club, on the corner of the club. I forgot how much fun it is to just kiss, you know, even if I did only get two hours of sleep.

Samantha Jones:
I didn't sleep at all.

Carrie:
[narrating voiceover] As Samantha went on about her sexual escapades, I glanced down at my arm. There it was in Bic blue. Twenty-something Sam's phone number. I had this sudden urge to call but I'd just left him. Hell, my lips were still swollen. Why this sudden craving? Are men in their twenties the new designer drug? Yes, Samantha, Miranda and I were all recreational users, but were we getting into something w couldn't handle? Okay, we were attracted to younger men for various reasons. But I couldn't help but wonder, what do they see in us?