Miranda Hobbes

There's only one thing left to do.

- That's romantic. - No.

Of course you haven't. You in a threesome? You won't even wear a thong.

No! But if your friends won't go down on you, who will?

- I've never done a threesome. - Because you have relationships.

Butt ugly.

It's a huge fantasy of Mark's.

I've never done a threesome.

Boom! Suddenly you're kissing another woman while he beats off.

Threesomes are huge right now. They're the blow job of the '90s.

Was Samantha right?

I tell you what. Let me just make a quick phone call. Okay?

We've never done anything like this before.

It's just this guy's cheap ploy to watch you be a lesbian for a night.

Let me just be clear here. You want to do a threesome with me.

Whatever happened to giving a nice pen?

In college. I was drunk. I woke up in someone else's bra.

Of course he does. Every guy does.

Across town, Miranda was dealing with her own nightmare.

Great. No, forget about me.

Her shrink had suggested she come three times a week.

Plenty of people should want me for a threesome.

- Miranda? - Hi.

Thanks.

Perfect. Great sex without wondering what it will do to your relationship.