056 sex and the city

Prof. Francisco Zabala - 2016

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Sex and the City
Season 6, episode 7 - The Post-it Always Sticks Twice (2003)
Narrator:
Lady:
Charlotte:
Lady:
Charlotte:
Narrator:
Carrie:
Charlotte:
Miranda:
Carrie:
Samantha:
Charlotte:
Carrie:
Samantha:
Charlotte:
Carrie:
Miranda:
Carrie:
Samantha:
Miranda:
Carrie:
Charlotte:
Carrie:
Miranda:
Samantha:

Charlotte:
Carrie:

Samantha:
Charlotte:
Carrie:
Charlotte:
Carrie:
Charlotte:
Miranda:
Charlotte:

Carrie:

New York City is a great place to be engaged.
Miss.
Oh. Uhm... Sorry. Did you want this cab?
Why! Thank you!
Sure.
And it’s even a better place to be enraged.
Oh. You’re so busy. You’re so busy.
Boy, do I have news.
So do I. I didn’t wanna say anything until we were all together but Harry and I
made up. And he asked me to marry him.
Oh my god. Congratulations.
Sweetie, that’s great.
Look at that ring.
I know. He had it made based on the one that Richard Burton gave Elizabeth
Taylor.
Well. It is... fabulous.

Even more fabulous than your first one.
So Carrie. What was your news?
Oh. Uh... Berger broke up with me on a post-it.
On a post-it?
Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yep. Read it and weep my friends.
“I’m sorry. I can’t. Don’t hate me.” The motherfucker’s concise.
First of all, I thought you were gonna break up with him.
Yeah I was. And I should have but he said that he wanted to try to “work things
out.” A.K.A. leave in the middle of the night.
A post-it? That’s infuriating.
Yeah I remember when breaking up over the phone was considered bad form.
I once was broken up with by a guy’s doorman. “I’m sorry Miss Hobbes. Jonathan
won’t be coming down. Ever.”
I miss having a doorman.
So... Are you gonna call him?
No. I’m not going to dignify his behavior with a response. I am not even going to
leave him one of those angry answering machine messages. “Hi it’s me. You’re a
dick!” But sure felt good saying it right now. Even to you.
Well, that’s what we’re here for.
I’m sorry.
Yeah I’m sorry too. That relationship was a complete waste of time.
Oh, it’s never a complete waste of time. I mean even in the worst relationship you
always learn something.
You might not wanna say that to a woman carrying a loaded post-it.
But Carrie, everything happens for a reason. Even if you don’t know what it is yet.
That’s such bullshit.
It’s not. Look at me. If I had never married Trey, then I never would have gotten
divorced and I never would have met my divorce lawyer Harry, and I wouldn’t be
engaged now.
Uh-huh. Paper covers rock.

Prof. Francisco Zabala - 2016

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ˈnereɪɾə
nereɪɾə r||

ˈnuː ˈjɔːrk ˈsɪɾi | ɪz ə ˈɡreɪt ˈpɫeɪs | tə bi ɪŋˈɡeɪdʒd ||

ˈɫeɪɾi
ɪɾi ||
ʃɑːr
ːrɫə
ɫətt ||
ˈʃɑ
ːr
ɫə

ˈmɪs ||
ˈoʊ || ˈʌm || ˈsɑːri || ˈdɪdʒu ˈwɑːnt ðɪs ˈkæb ||

ˈɫeɪdi ||

ˈwaɪ | ˈθæŋk ju ||

ˈʃɑːr
ʃɑːrɫə

ːrɫət
ɫət ||

ˈʃʊr ||

ˈnereɪɾə
nereɪɾə r||

ˈæn ɪts ˈiːvn ə ˈbeɾər ˈpɫeɪs | tə bi ɪnˈreɪdʒd ||

ˈkeri ||

ˈoʊ || jər ˈsoʊ ˈbɪzi || jər ˈsoʊ | ˈbɪzi ||

ˈkeri ||

ˈbɔɪ ɾu ˈaɪ ˈhæv ˈnuːz ||

ˈʃɑːr
ʃɑːrɫə
ːrɫət
ɫət ||

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i ˈæst mi ɾə ˈmeri ɪm ||

məˈrændə
rændə ||

ˈoʊ maɪ ˈɡɑːd || kəŋˌɡrædʒəˈɫeɪʃnz ||

ˈkeri ||

ˈswiːɾi || ðæts ˈɡreɪt ||

səˈmænθ
mænθə ||

ˈɫʊk ət ˈðæt ˈrɪŋ ||

ˈʃɑːr
ʃɑːrɫə
ːrɫət
ɫət ||
ˈkeri ||

aɪ ˈnoʊ || hi ˈhæɾ ɪt ˈmeɪd || ˈbeɪst ɑːn ðə wʌn ðət ˈrɪtʃərd ˈbɜːrtn | ˈɡeɪv ɪˈɫɪzəbəθ ˈteɪɫər ||
ˈweɫ || ɪɾ ˈɪz || ˈfæbjəɫəs ||

səˈmænθ
mænθə ||

ˈiːvn ˈmɔːr ˈfæbjəɫəs | ðən jər ˈfɜːrst wʌn ||

ˈʃɑːr
ʃɑːrɫə
ːrɫət
ɫət ||
ˈkeri ||

ˈsoʊ | ˈkeri || ˈwʌt wəz ˈjɜːr ˈnjuːz ||
ˈoʊ || ˈɑː || ˈbɜːrɡər ˈbroʊk ˈʌp wɪθ mi || ɑːn ə ˈpoʊst ɪt ||

məˈrændə
rændə ||

ˈɑːn ə ˈpoʊst ɪt ||

ˈkeri ||
mænθ
səˈmæn
θə ||

əˈhʌh || əˈhʌh || ˈjep || ˈriːɾ ɪɾ ən ˈwiːp | maɪ ˈfrendz ||

məˈrændə
rændə ||
ˈkeri ||

ˈfɜːrst əv ˈɑːɫ || aɪ ˈθɑːt ˈjuː wər ˈɡɑːnə ˈbreɪk ˈʌp | wɪθ ˈhɪm ||

aɪm ˈsɑːri || aɪ ˈkænt || ˈdoʊnt ˈheɪt mi || ðə ˈmʌðər ˈfʌkərz kənˈsaɪs ||
ˈjeə | aɪ ˈwʌz || æn aɪ ˈʃʊd hæv || bət ˈhiː ˈsed | ðət hi ˈwɑːnəd tə ˈtraɪ tuː || ˈwɜːrk ˈθɪŋz ˈaʊt || ˈeɪ ˈkeɪ ˈeɪ |
ˈliːv | ɪn ðə ˈmɪɾəɫ | əv ðə ˈnaɪt ||

ˈʃɑːr
ʃɑːrɫə
ːrɫət
ɫət ||
ˈkeri ||

ə ˈpoʊst ɪt || ˈðæts ɪnˈfjʊrieɾɪŋ ||
ˈjeə || ˈaɪ rəˈmembər | wen ˈbreɪkɪŋ ʌp ˈoʊvər ðə ˈfoʊn wəz kənˈsɪɾərd ˈbæd ˈfɔːrm ||

məˈrændə
rændə ||

ˈaɪ ˈwʌns wəz ˈbroʊkən ˈʌp wɪθ | baɪ ə ˈɡaɪz ˈdɔːrmæn || aɪm ˈsɑːri ˈmɪs ˈhɑːbz || ˈdʒɑːnəθən | ˈwoʊnt bi
ˈkʌmɪŋ ˈdaʊn || ˈevər ||

səˈmænθ
mænθə ||
ʃɑːr
ːrɫə
ɫətt ||
ˈʃɑ
ːr
ɫə

aɪ ˈmɪs ˈhævɪŋ ə ˈdɔːrmæn ||
ˈsoʊ | ˈɑːr ju ˈɡɑːnə ˈkɑːɫ ɪm ||

ˈkeri ||

ˈnoʊ || ˈaɪm ˈnɑːt ˈɡoʊɪŋ tə ˈdɪɡnəfaɪ hɪz bəˈheɪvjər | wɪθ ə rəˈspɑːns || ˈaɪəm ˈnɑːɾ ˈiːvn ˈɡoʊɪŋ tə ˈɫiːv
hɪm | ˈwʌn əv ˈðoʊz | ˈæŋɡri ˈænsərɪŋ məˈʃi:n ˈmesədʒəz || ˈhaɪ ɪts ˈmiː || ˈjʊr ə ˈdɪk || bət ˈʃɜːr ˈfeɫt ˈɡʊd
| ˈseɪɪŋ ɪt ˈraɪt ˈnaʊ || ˈiːvn tə ˈjuː ||

səˈmænθ
mænθə ||

ˈweɫ || ˈðæts ˈwʌt wɪr ˈhɪr ˈfɔːr ||

ˈʃɑːr
ʃɑːrɫə
ːrɫət
ɫət ||
ˈkeri ||

aɪm ˈsɑːri ||
ˈjeə || ˈaɪm ˈsɑːri | ˈtuː || ˈðæt rəˈɫeɪʃənʃɪp | wəz ə kəmˈpɫiːt | ˈweɪst əv ˈtaɪm ||

ˈʃɑːr
ʃɑːrɫə
ːrɫət
ɫət ||

ˈoʊ | ɪts ˈnevər | ə kəmˈpɫiːt ˈweɪst əv ˈtaɪm || aɪ ˈmiːn | ˈiːvn ɪn ðə ˈwɜːrst rɪˈɫeɪʃənʃɪp | ju ˈɑːɫweɪz ˈɫɜːrn
ˈsʌmθɪŋ ||

ˈkeri ||
ʃɑːr
ːrɫə
ɫətt ||
ˈʃɑ
ːr
ɫə

ju maɪt ˈnɑːt ˈwɑːnə ˈseɪ ðæt | tu ə ˈwʊmən ˈkeriɪŋ ə ˈɫoʊɾɪd ˈpoʊst ɪt ||

məˈrændə
rændə ||

ˈðæts ˈsʌtʃ ˈbʊɫʃɪt ||

ˈʃɑːr
ʃɑːrɫə
ːrɫət
ɫət ||

ɪts ˈnɑːt || ˈɫʊk ət ˈmiː || ɪf aɪ həd ˈnevər ˈmerid ˈtreɪ | ðen aɪ ˈnevər ˈwʊɾ əv ˈɡɑːtn dɪˈvɔːrst | ən aɪ ˈnevɾ

bət ˈkeri || ˈevriθɪŋ ˈhæpənz fər ə ˈriːzən || ˈiːvn ɪf ju ɾoʊnt ˈnoʊ ˈwʌɾ ɪɾ ˈɪz ˈjet ||

ˈwʊɾ əv ˈmet | ˈmaɪ dɪˈvɔːrs ˈɫɔɪər | ˈheri || ən aɪ ˈwʊɾənt bi ɪnˈɡeɪdʒd ˈnaʊ ||
ˈkeri ||

əˈhʌh || ˈpeɪpər ˈkʌvərz ˈrɑːk ||