Gay Guy Number 1: Well, they did a great job with the clothes. And that closet?! Oh my god, the closet?!
Gay Guy Number 2: But why oh why was Samantha stuck in California? I mean, she is NEW YORK. That was just a ridiculous part of the movie. I hated it. I AM Samantha. And as hot as Smith is? I am not hauling my sweet New York ass to California for him. It was all wrong.
Gay Guy Number 3: Do you really think Carrie would have married Big after all? Did that part work for you? I don't know that I would have taken him back? Oh but that Vivienne Westwood dress? Oh.My.God. Give me some of that, please. I am so wearing that for Halloween this year. The entire outfit. Only I'll work it even better. Wait until you see the bird in MY hair.
Gay Guy Number 4: I really thought Charlotte was the best in the whole film. That she was actually the most believable. And I love that she finally had a baby. And her face when she was yelling at Big. I wanted to shout at him with her...
Gay Guy Number 2: Oh, no. It was Miranda and Steve. I mean, come on. Miranda has always been such an uber bitch. Just like me. I would have kicked him to the curb, as well. Not sure I would have met him on the bridge.
Gay Guy Number 1: Wait. Wait. I'm Miranda, not you. You're so much more Charlotte. I'm the lawyer! I'm the one who writes all the pro/con lists. Hello, I even have a kid! I AM MIRANDA!
Gay Guy Number 3: The light has changed. We can cross the street.
Gay Guy Number 1: Not until you all agree I'm Miranda.
All the other Gay Guys: All right. You're Miranda.
Gay Guy Number 2: Now hurry up your Manolos and get your sweet tight ass to the beach.
And that, my friends, is the conversation between four very gay men who are obviously very good friends that I overheard whilst waiting for the traffic light to change so I could cross the street.
