(CARRIE, MIRANDA, CHARLOTTE, and SAMANTHA sit around a brunch table in a smoldering crater after the Apocalypse. They sip mimosa glasses filled with scarab beetles and blood. SAMANTHA is on fire.)
CARRIE: Ladies, have you ever noticed how hard it is to find a good man in this post-Apocalyptic…
Say “Mesopotamia” to the tune of “Stayin’ Alive.” Now strut down the street with a cocky swagger and bell bottoms.
Gentlemen, I present to you the secret path to a lady’s loins: Pop your collar, light a cigarette, look pensive.
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