Pick-A-Little, Talk-A-Little
Updated 2003-07-15 17:00:00
Char, in a really cute black dress with white collar and apron, puts the finishing touches on her first Shabbat dinner. She calls to Harry, and he comes in. "What's all this?" She dashes off to get the candles, and he flips on the TV. The Mets are playing the Phillies. WOW, that is such a total shout-out. I know two of the show's writers are from Philly, too. The Phillies-Mets rivalry is fierce, baby. You see the best fights in the stands when they come to town. Any New York team gets it when they come to Philly. Why? 'Cause we're mean. You need proof? Philly booed Santa Claus and Destiny's Child. Hey, Sars loves baseball. Shout-out? Anyway, Char asks the Harry turn off the TV, and he mutes it as she says the prayer. He looks exactly like a little kid, peering around at the forbidden TV. Char says the prayer beautifully, then says she was thinking about blessings. She sees Harry looking over her shoulder. She then gets a little upset that he only muted the sound. She says she "gave up Christ for him, and [he] can't give up baseball?" She "went to Zabar's every day" for this dinner! What a hardship. I'd go to Zabar's everyday just for the whitefish. She says she had to make thirty matzoh balls just to get four that were the right size and shape. Plus the months of studying to convert! She gets hysterical. "Set the date! Set the daaate!" Harry says she sounds crazy. But she isn't done. "Do you know how lucky you are to have me! Do you know what people say when they see us!" Damn, Char's gone crazy. Harry says she knows what people are thinking, but he didn't think she was one of them. Ooh, burn. Harry puts down his napkin and says he doesn't need this, and he's leaving. Then as a parting shot, he turns and says he can't believe he bought a ring. Oof. Char, you blew it. You so totally blew it.
Carrie and Berger walk home from their uncomfortable dinner. She's still trying to compliment his book, and mentions a scene she liked, and Berger says, "That is so lame." She denies it. "No," he says. "What you're doing right now." Seriously. She just loved his book so much! Then they're at her door, and he says he wants to call it a night and he'll call in the morning. Carrie is all, "What?" He walks off. She VOs that this is not a time "when a woman should shut the ***** up." She runs after him in her four-inch stilettos and says she knows he's pissed. "You can't just shut down like this!" She says she would want him to tell her if he thought she made a mistake. He says, "Really? Nice hat." Oh, boy. And word. She slips it off and turns and walk away. He calls her on her exit. She says her hat is "fabulous...fabulous," and that he just wanted to hurt her feelings. Well, what was he supposed to do about her scrunchie comment? "Hop in [his] time machine and go back and fix [his] book?" Carrie says that this is about more than just the scrunchie comment. Berger agrees. "It about that [his] book is a big fat *****ing failure!" Carrie is taken aback. "What?" Berger already feels like *****, and Carrie "trying to pump [him] up all night isn't helping." Carrie steps up to him and covers his mouth with her hand. He's a beautiful writer, she says. She loved his book and she loves him. And she's not going to let him make a joke right now. She uncovers his mouth and he says, "Then [he has] nothing." They kiss, and she leads him by the hand up to her place. The VO? "Saying I love you is easy. What comes next? Is a little scrunchier." Urgh.
Char steps off the elevator and walks sadly by her mezuzah. Harry hasn't called in two days, except to say he'd be sending someone over for his TV. Carrie VOs, "Just what New York needs, another single Jewish woman." Oy.
Morning. Berger and Carrie make cute in the bathroom. He wants to wash his face. She gives him access to the sink, and sees he has a scrunchie in his hair. She asks where he got it, and he asks if "Macon, Georgia wants to try it on! It'd look so cute!" Carrie giggles and squeals and dashes off and crisis averted -- for now.