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.

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

I've never done a threesome.

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

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

Was Samantha right?

We've never done anything like this before.

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

Whatever happened to giving a nice pen?

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

Of course he does. Every guy does.

Great. No, forget about me.

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

Across town, Miranda was dealing with her own nightmare.

Her shrink had suggested she come three times a week.

Plenty of people should want me for a threesome.

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

- Miranda? - Hi.

Thanks.