Sex and the City [Season 4]

There is a time of year in New York when, even before the first leaf falls, you can feel the seasons click. The air is crisp, the summer is gone. And for the first night in a long time, you need a blanket on your bed.

After all, computers crash, people die, relationships fall apart. The best we can do is breathe and reboot.

— I lost my orgasm.
— In the cab?

— I'm thirty-five!
— Oh, shut the fuck up, I'm a hundred and forty.