[Bridget] Another year, a brand new diary.
Once again I was summoned, kicking and screaming,
to my mother's turkey curry buffet,
where I've had some of the most shaming experiences of my Iife.
- [doorbeII] - Hello, darling.
- Lovely to see you. - [Magic Moments plays]
It was, as usuaI, crammed fuII
with some of the most dangerous perverts in the UK,
disguised as cIose, personaI friends of my parents.
- Hello, Bridget. - Hello, Una.
- Oh, no, thanks. - Love the jumper.
- l prefer what's underneath it. - Uncle Geoffrey!
- Hello, gorgeous. - Hello.
- Hello, darling. - Hello, Dad. How's it going?
l wish l was dead.
[Bridget] But this year, there was one cruciaI difference.
- Nice jumper. - My mother's taste never falters.
Never.
[? The Sound Of Music]
[birdsong]
[Bridget hums along with song]
You aIways wonder how it's going to work out at the end of the story.
Maria and Captain Von Trapp,
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,
Mark Darcy and Bridget Jones.
I've found my happy ending at Iast.
And nothing in the worId can spoiI it.
WeII, aImost nothing.
[man] Bridget Jones, what the fuck are you doing?
- l, l can't see anywhere soft to land. - How about on your arse?
Bridget, unless you want to get sacked at 6,000 feet,
you will be on your way in exactly three seconds.
Three, two, one... cue Bridget.
Skydiving.:
a dangerous bane to the countryside and emergency services,
or a safe and exhiIarating hobby?
WeII... Iet's see, shaII we?
Go. Jump.
- For Ohrist's sakes, go! - [screams]
[shrill scream]
- She's out. Unit Two, you got her? - [man] We see her.
- Bridget, open the chute. - [Bridget screams]
- Open it. - [Bridget screams]
Open your fucking parachute!
[director] PuII the thingy or you wiII dieI
[screams]
Oh.
[Bridget] HonestIy, you forget just one teeny, weeny detaiI
and everyone treats you Iike an idiot.
? [CarIy Simon] Nobody does it better
? Makes me feeI sad for the rest
? Nobody does it
? HaIf as good as you
? Baby, baby
? DarIing, you're the best
? Baby, you're the best...
[Bridget] Where was I? Oh, yes... Mark Darcy.
The question is.: what happens after you waIk off into the sunset?
[director] Bridget? Earth to Bridget Sodding Jones.
- [pigs snort] - [Bridget screams]
[Bridget groans]
[Director] Bridget, you're on. You're Iive.
Well, this is Bridget Jones for Sit Up Britain,
reporting to you from a big vat of excrement.
- [pigs snort] - [Bridget yelps]
- [squelching] - Give me a close-up of the porker.
[? Minnie Ripperton: Loving You]
[Bridget] Who cares about the odd professionaI hiccup?
I've been in a functionaI reIationship
with an aduIt maIe for six wonderfuI weeks,
four fabuIous days and seven precious hours.
Or to put it another way, 7 1 ecstatic shags.
He's given up being snooty, and I've given up smoking.
- ? Loving you... - WeII, he thinks I have anyway,
which is practicaIIy the same thing.
? ...a dream come true...
[Bridget] Mark Darcy is perfect.
Not a fuckwit, aIcohoIic, workahoIic, pervert or megaIomaniac,
but totaI sex god and human rights Iawyer.
He is a miracIe, reaIIy.
- Bridget, will you stop? - [record scratches]
Stop staring at me. Go and find something to do.
Sorry.
[song starts up again] ? La Ia Ia Ia Ia...
[Bridget] So, as you can see, the incredibIe truth is
the wiIderness years are over.
Bridget Jones is a Iove pariah no more.
[bell]
Morning, Bridget. Late again.
[sighs] Yes. Sorry.
l was in bed with my boyfriend.
He's a human rights lawyer, you know.
Yes, we know.
I cannot beIieve how fantastic shagging was Iast night.
Maybe I'II ring him.
No, no...
ObviousIy it's important to teII one's boyfriend how nice he Iooks naked,
but I have cruciaI, PuIitzer Prize winning journaIism to do.
[speed diaIIing, ringing]
[Mark] HeIIo?
lt's me. Just wondered how you are.
I'm fine, thanks. Everything aII right with you?
[whispering] Fine, though, er,...
l've just had a rather graphic shag flashback.
And you do have a genuinely gorgeous bottom.
Thank you.
l'm with the Mexican ambassador, the head of Amnesty lnternational
and the Undersecretary for Trade and lndustry.
And you're on speakerphone.
Oh. Right, well...
l'm quite busy with important stuff too...
Bridget, we're waiting for that tape about Tom, the happy hamster.
- [Mark] I'II caII when I've finished. - Excellent.
And Richard wants to see you about that crap skydiving report.
[whispers] Oh, fuck.
Oh, dear. Is this the end of my career?
No, it can't be.
I wiII fight this. I am a journaIist of the highest standards and integrity.
[tape whirs]
[on tape] This is Bridget Jones reporting from a big vat of excrement.
Look, l never said l could skydive and l'm terrified of heights,
- so it was really hard to concentrate. - Be quiet. They loved it upstairs.
Loved it. And they want us to come up with another regular spot for you.
[laughs] Oh, my God. That's...
- l won't let you down, Richard. - Precisely.
...my friends'motto was ''When in Rome, do as many Romans as you can.''
But if your tastes are marginaIIy more highbrow, I aIso have tips.
Forget the Forum, definiteIy forget the CoIiseum,
no fun now they can't sIaughter Christians.
Forget the Sistine ChapeI, first exampIe of a poof interior designer gone mad...
What is Daniel Oleaver doing on the television?
lt's called The Smooth Guide. ''Making culture bearable''.
...equaIIy serene and equaIIy beautifuI Professore Giovana Dabrache.
who is about to show me her diptych.
Same old creep. [chuckles]
Oh. Shame.
He always speaks very warmly of you.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
How about we go out for a bite to eat tonight?
Oh. Oan't. l have to go out with my boyfriend.
- He's a human rights lawyer. - l know.
l'm meeting him for a romantic supper.
- [mobiIe rings] - Oh.
- Bridget Jones. - Bridget, it's Mark.
Oh. l was just talking about you.
l'm running late. Do you want me to cancel?
- Oh. No, that's fine. - Are you sure?
Be as late as you like.
Ohuck him, while you're not pregnant with his unwanted child.
l only said he was working late.
ln one hour, he'll be coming in his secretary's mouth
while he rings to say what he wants for starters.
[Bridget] Friends spend years finding you a boyfriend,
then instantIy teII you to dump him.
Even if he isn't shagging her already, he's thinking about it.
A man dating a woman with large breasts will bed one with small breasts.
Rubbish. Mark's above all that nonsense.
Jellyfisher alert. Jellyfisher alert.
[Bridget] Janey Osborne. TaIking to her is Iike swimming in a sea
and being stung repeatedIy by an enormous jeIIyfish.
Bridget. How's it going with that divine man of yours?
You must be so pleased to have a boyfriend at last.
First jeIIyfish of the evening.
ls he taking you to the Law Oouncil Dinner?
Oh. Well, l'm sure he's just forgotten.
Better start slimming into that dress.
He's given you the night off to cheer up your single friends. Sweet.
Actually, he's got a big case on, trying to get everyone in Mexico out of prison.
We're meeting for a very late romantic dinner.
Really? That's so odd,
'cause l saw him an hour ago going into his house with Rebecca Gillies.
She's only 22. She's got legs up to here.
And Daddy owns half of Australia.
See ya, babes.
Who is Rebecca Gillies? What's she doing going into my boyfriend's house?
Where he never asks me. And with legs up to here?
- My legs only come up to there. - [Jude] You have fine legs.
Olimber's legs.
l say go over there and ask him, straight out,
are you or are you not sleeping with Rebecca Gillies?
- [Shazzer] lf he says... - l won't dignify that with an answer...
Then you know he's shagging her.
? AII that I have is aII that you've given...
[Bridget] It's aII about confidence and trust. Mark wouId never betray me.
Everything wiII be IoveIy and we'II have sex in the kitchen.
- Oh, God. - [woman inside] l'm coming.
Oh, GodI What is that?
[woman] Two seconds, l'll be straight down.
Who is that?
? ...I find you Iied
? And I can't beIieve it's true
? Wrapped in her arms I see you across the street
? I see you across the street
? And I can't heIp but wonder If she knows what's going on
? You taIk of Iove But don't know how it feeIs
? When you reaIise
? You're not the onIy one
[Mark] Let's get on with it.
? ...oh, you better stop
- ? Stop - ? Before
? You tear me aII apart
? You better stop
- ? Stop... - You are a very demanding man.
- ? ...you go and break my heart... - [Bridget yelps]
[chuckles] Bridget Jones.
No, l'm Bridget Jones.
- [chuckles] That's what l meant. - You must be...
Rebecca Gillies. l've been so looking forward to meeting you
- after everything Mark's told me. - Why? What's he said?
- Where is Mark? - Actually, er...
- [Mark] Becky, who is it? - Becky?
- Right. - Great.
- Right... - Bridget.
Hello, Mark.
[laughs nervously] Hello...
lawyers who work with Mark.
[all] Good evening.
Everything under control, l see.
Um... Excellent graph.
- Lovely legs. - Thank you.
[lawyers chat]
l am so sorry.
l thought... Oh, l don't know what l thought.
Now you're really angry with me.
- No, l'm not. - lt's OK, you can say if you are.
- lt's not the end of the world. - l'll get you a glass of wine.
The thing is l ran into Janey Osborne,
who said she'd just seen you with this girl, with really long legs,
and Shazzer and Jude said l should get over here straightaway.
Following the orders of the dating war command, you executed a raid.
- You are angry. - l'm not, just disappointed.
Disappointed? Oh, God, that's worse than angry.
l'm just disappointed l can't take you home this instant.
Oh. [chuckles] What about all those lawyers?
Oh, plenty of time to butter them up at the Law Oouncil Dinner next Friday.
Don't want to go, do you?
l'd love to.
Oh, stupid Bridget, stupid friends.
WonderfuI, IoyaI Mark Darcy...
...who Ioves mejust the way I am.
[birdsong]
[Bridget pants]
- [Mark] What are you doing? - Getting dressed.
Why are you dancing around in that tent?
[sighs] Because l don't want you to see any of my wobbly bits.
That's pointless, because l have a very high regard for your wobbly bits
in all circumstances.
- Really? - Absolutely.
l think it's high time we had another look.
? Yeah
? Are you digging on me?
? Yeah
? I'm digging on you, now, baby
? Yeah
? Do you want a IittIe bit of my Iove?
? Yeah...
[Bridget] He reaIIy is very, very, very nice.
? AII the time I knew
? That you Ioved me
? And you promised me...
l miss you too.
? That you wouId be my onIy man
? Yeah
? Are you digging on me?
[Bridget] I've never been happier in my entire Iife.
However, must not obsess or fantasise.
Bridget Darcy.
Mrs Darcy.
Mr and Mrs Darcy.
Lord and Lady Darcy.
Wonder what Mark Darcy wouId be Iike as a father.
To his chiIdren, I mean, not to me.
That wouId be a weird, Oedipus-Iike thought.
At Iast, Iife is on track.
Bridget Jones.: fiancee, wife...
mother.
Bugger.
[man] Ever fancied doing it in the dark with a total stranger?
All right, perhaps not a total stranger.
Back off, Oleaver, or l'll report you to a sexual harassment tribunal.
l'm a serious journalist.
ls that your most serious skirt, Jones?
Oh...
Do you like it?
l thought you hated television.
l hate watching television. Being on it is... Hello there.
...entirely different.
Daniel, thought the Madrid piece was outstanding, really original.
Oheers, Jeremy. Appreciate that. We had to work really hard on that one.
Tosser. Talking of which, how is Mark Darcy?
- You still...? - Yes, l am.
And l intend to be for a very long time.
Good. You know what a fan l am of any woman married to Mark Darcy.
- That's not funny. - Seriously, though, Jones,
speaking purely unselfishly, l worry about you.
You do know that it's a fact that most lawyer's wives die of boredom?
And what about you? Still shagging anything that moves?
As a matter of fact, no. No shagging whatsoever.
l'm in shag therapy.
lt turns out l have a problem. l go to meetings, talk about my feelings.
Hug people who smell.
- l don't believe you. - l'm trying...
...to be a better man, Bridge,
so that the next time a better woman comes along,
l won't make a pig's ear of it.
Daniel. Meeting?
Yeah, yeah. Thanks.
Very good hair, Jones.
By the way, um, you're not free for dinner tonight, are you?
No, l'm not. l'm going to the Law Oouncil Dinner.
lt's a very important evening.
[? Kylie Minogue: Can't Get You Out Of My Head]
l can't wear that.
Bridge, do you want to get married and have babies before you become barren?
Trust me...
[Bridget] Magda.: my onIy grown-up friend. Married to Mark's partner.
She actuaIIy got engaged on the night of the Law CounciI Dinner.
Try it with the dress.
Oh, my God!
Remember, we are trying to reduce your body size by 15 per cent.
You hold the front, l'll hold the back. One, two, three...
[Bridget whimpers]
- [Bridget shrieks] - What's going on in there?
Not too bad, actually.
Tra-la!
Fantastic.
Right, let us begin.
l am going to make you into a princess.
Goody.
[Bridget] Nothing Iike being in the hands of a totaI genius.
[whooshing]
Wow.
- [Jude on phone] Whatever you do... - Bugger it.
...don't iron your hair.
[Jude] lt's a lot worse than l thought.
We could flatten it with Brylcreem.
What about a wig? Lawyers love wigs.
- l preferred you in the gold. - No, whatever you do, not the gold.
Great. l'm late with mad hair and can barely breathe in scary knickers.
? La Ia Ia La Ia Ia Ia Ia...
[Bridget] Oh, God. I'm very worried.
What if someone says ''Bridget Jones, get out of here, you are ridicuIous''?
Stop it.
The most important thing, of course, is to Iook absoIuteIy wonderfuI
and make a magnificent entrance.
? I just can't get you out of my head...
[chatter]
[violins]
Hi. Sorry l'm late.
- Hello. - l think you should go to the ladies.
But l went before l left home.
Trust me on this one.
[gasps] Oh.
Not good.
[thinks] AII right, tiny make-up mistake,
but I aIways have wit and conversation to faII back on.
Thank you.
- Bridget. - Hello.
Derek, Horatio, Oamilla.
- Horatio? - Yes, Horatio.
Horatio was just saying he's totally against charitable giving.
[laughs]
- What? - Well, obviously you don't mean it.
Absolutely. Do you think it's helpful to give a beggar fifty pence?
- Maybe he's just hungry. - Don't be so naive.
The people you see outside the tube every day are there by choice.
- End of story. - Oh, no, it's not.
Some people have terrible personal problems,
and other people might have lost their family in some tragic ferry disaster.
And some people are just plain hopeless.
Honestly, this is the sort of rubbish you'd expect from fat, balding
Tory, Home Oounties, upper-middle-class twits.
[music stops]
- [chatter resumes] - [laughs uneasily]
[violins, chatter]
[man] Yeah, very good. Tested my resolve.
How did l do?
You seem to have made quite an impression.
l've put you next to Giles Benwick.
- Oh, l'm not sitting next to you? - No. He's terribly nice,
but his wife's just run off with one of the partners.
He probably won't mention it, but you should know.
l always knew she was out of my league.
You see, there's the high-fliers, like Annabel and Mark Darcy
and there's the gorgeous girls, like Rebecca there
and there's the rest of us.
Like you and me, you mean?
Absolutely.
l mean, look at the state of us.
You and me stumbled into the VlP room by mistake
and it's only a matter of moments before they show us the door.
[pounding]
My lords, ladies and gentlemen, let the quiz begin.
[laughs] Oh, goody. l love quizzes.
All those years of playing Trivial Pursuits are about to pay off.
Now l want to see your hands poised over those bells. Ready?
Here we go. What are something called ''customary freeholds''?
- [bell] - [man] Superior copyhold.
[speaker] Yes.
What is the correct grace used in the lnner Temple
for the second mooting night of Michaelmas term?
- [bell] - [man] Amas bibendo... fructis.
Jolly good. What is an overreaching conveyance?
What is rack-rent? When was breach of promise abolished?
Define ''damnum sentit dominus''.
Translate ''reddendo singuIa singuIis'' into Ancient Greek.
l believe this is the answer.
[bell]
Hippodamoi credemnon Iouestai.
- [speaker] Absolutely correct. - [applause]
[speaker] Now, for our final and deciding round,
the category is contemporary culture.
[murmuring]
Who did the design for Princess Diana's wedding dress?
- [bell] - The Emmanuels.
- Oorrect. - Excellent, Bridget.
Name the character in Footballers' Wives
who, in one memorable episode, set fire to her own breasts.
- [bell] - Ohardonnay.
- [speaker] Oorrect. - [applause]
At this point, there are only two tables in contention
and only one question left.
What was the name of Madonna's first UK single?
- [bell] - [Bridget quietly] Lucky Star.
- [speaker] Sorry, l didn't quite hear. - Are you sure?
- Wasn't it HoIiday? - No, everyone thinks it is,
but it's not.
My entire life has been leading up to this very moment.
Take that knife, slice off my head and boil it if l'm wrong.
The correct answer is Lucky Star.
- No. - [groans of disappointment]
- The correct answer is... - ls it HoIiday?
- [speaker] HoIiday, indeed, yes. - [applause]
[speaker] The winners of the 42nd Annual Law Oouncil Quiz are...
the Legal Eagles.
[cheering]
- Lovely to see you, Bridget. - Oh, thanks, Rebecca.
Good night.
[horn]
[Bridget] Why didn't you speak to me all night?
[Mark] That's the point of those dinners.
But you talked to Rebecca. And you talked to Horatio.
l'll never fit in with your friends.
Not if you go on calling everyone ''balding, upper-middle-class twits''.
Well, they were balding, upper-middle-class twits.
Except for the ones who had hair.
l suppose you agree with them that poor people deserve to be poor?
Don't be ridiculous.
- So now l'm ridiculous? - Yes, tonight you were a little.
Well, tonight you were an arrogant arse.
l think l may have made a mistake inviting you
and your folding underpants into my life.
Good night.
lf you had asked me tonight,
l'd have said no, anyway.
Asked you what?
- Bridget? - [sirens nearby]
Asked you what?
[Bridget] Oh, God, I've done it.
I've gone and done it.
One minute, you're cIoser to someone than anyone in the whoIe worId,
next minute, you're never going to see them again.
[beeps]
[rings]
[Mark] If you have a message for Mark Darcy, pIease speak after the tone.
[beep]
Hello, it's me. l'm really, really sorry...
[buzzer]
Sorry, it's the door.
Don't go away, l have something really, really important to say.
[buzzer]
- Yes, who is it? - [Mark] It's me.
- Mark. - Oh, right.
Er, just a moment.
l'm on the phone.
[aIarm]
[laughs] You're outside.
Look, er,...
l'll ring you later.
Unless you've come to chuck me once and for all.
ln which case,
bye and thank you, and... sorry.
[buzzer]
Oh, God, please don't chuck me.
lf you have chucked me, please change your mind,
l'll behave much better in future.
- [buzzer] - On the other hand, if you haven't,
please behave better next time we go out. Stuck-up snob.
[beep]
What do you want?
l'd like to come up. You are, after all, my girlfriend.
Even though l shouted at you and called you an arrogant arse?
Unfortunately, yes. You see, the problematic thing is...
l love you.
W-what?
- l said l love you. - l'm sorry, l missed that again.
l said l love you, for God's sake!
[all jeer]
All right, no need to shout.
l'll come down and let you in.
[all cheer]
You might be needing this in the future.
He said he loves me.
- [Tom] He said he Ioves you? - He said he loves me.
- Right, where is he now? - [whispers] He's in the bedroom.
Go back in there, Bridge,
and whatever you do, act completely nonchalant.
Bridget, you're staring at me again.
Sorry.
Listen, l know this evening didn't go exactly as planned,
but there was a very important question l wanted to ask you tonight.
- Oh, really? - Yes.
[takes deep breath]
l've actually been meaning to ask this for quite some time.
l've just never really found the right way to put it.
Darling Bridget...
...would you...
...like to go on a skiing mini-break?
Yes!
? What the worId...
[Bridget] This is not just a mini-break.
This is a hoIiday in heaven.
ToId a tiny Iie about being an extremeIy experienced skier.
But, honestIy, how hard can it be?
- Ah. - Shall we?
[Bridget[ I know I'm going to Iike skiing a Iot.
Very romantic, very reIaxing.
- Bar going up. - No. What? Why?
[Bridget whimpers]
Um...
Er...
Oh. Oh, God.
[whimpers]
Oh, God. Oh.
[groans]
Ah.
[screams]
Bridget.
Rebecca. What are you doing here?
- Didn't Mark tell you we were coming? - No, he didn't.
lt was me who recommended the place.
- l've been coming since l was 1 1 . - Really?
[thinks] Three whoIe years.
Oome on, up you get.
Oome on.
- There you go. - Are you all right?
Yes, fine, thanks.
- You sure? - Why is Rebecca here?
Oh, God. Well, l mentioned that we were coming
and she said why didn't they come too, and l couldn't say no, could l?
Oome on, you two, let's crack on, shall we?
Actually, l mightjust sit this one out. You head on.
- See you down there. - You sure?
Absolutely. l'll be fine in a minute.
Right, l'll see you at base camp, then.
[thinks] Bastard. I can't beIieve he's Ieft me.
Ooh.
Oooh.
[thinks] So, romantic getaway has turned into Iawyer's reunion.
Oooh.
I can't beIieve we're aIready into group hoIidays
after onIy eight weeks of totaI, undisturbed sex.
Wait a minute...
No. Eight weeks?
lt couldn't be, could it?
TotaIIy undisturbed...
Oh, God. I'm pregnant.
[whines]
[screams]
And going to dieI
[cheering]
[screams]
[screams] Oh, my God!
l can't see!
[screams] Big bump!
Get out of the way!
[screams]
Who's this? An eccentric but exhiIarating performance
from a totaI unknown,
who's now soIidIy in position for the bronze.
- [screams] - [bell clangs]
[whines]
l would like a pregnancy test, please.
A pregnancy test.
Ich bien, er, possibly...
mit baby.
Er...
KinderI l am on back...
and he, er,...
maken ze Iieben. Er, with me.
[German] She's pregnant!
Oh, no! No, no, not pregnant.
[German] She's bloated.
- Oondom? - Nein. Nein, nein.
Maybe like this, but maybe like this.
[German] l think her problem is psychological.
[German] There is nothing a pill can do to help her.
l'm a girl and l met a boy.
FrauIein, and l met frau... boy.
And possibly now mit baby, uh-huh?
Right, moment of truth awaits.
What if I am pregnant?
I must try not to get hopes up too high.
Boyfriend and baby seems just too Iucky.
Bridget? l have been looking everywhere for you.
l thought you'd broken a leg or something... Oh, God.
- You're not...? - l might be.
- What if l were? - Well, l suppose l'd...
To be quite frank, it'd be bloody fantastic.
l mean, if a little ahead of schedule.
- Are you really pregnant? - Well, give it three minutes.
- What do you fancy? Boy or a girl? - l dunno, it doesn't matter.
Although, l suppose l've always had the fantasy of a son.
- Another Mark Darcy. - Or maybe something like Huck.
Or River. Or some fabulous Hebrew name like Noah.
Anyway, l could teach him to play cricket and rugby
and visit him at Eton on St Andrew's Day.
Eton?
Yes. The Darcy men have been going to Eton for five generations.
Well, my son's not going to be sent away from home.
Especially to some fascist institution where they stick a poker up your arse
that you're never allowed to remove again.
l see.
- l didn't mean you. - No, of course not.
So what's the alternative? Sleeping in his parents' bed,
breastfeeding until he's a teenager
and some progressive school, where the day is spent singing YeIIow Submarine?
Oh, you're absolutely right.
lt's madness to allow a child to enjoy his education or live with his parents.
What is madness is to have a child if his parents can't have a discussion
without one shouting at the other.
lt's negative.
- That's too bad. - Yes, very sad.
Perhaps we should go out for lunch tomorrow. Get out of the grump.
That's a good idea in theory, but you made a family arrangement.
Oh, God.
[doorbeII]
Darlings!
l've had the fabulous idea of inviting your parents.
[Bridget] Another one of Mother's cuIinary triumphs.
- Everything in miniature. - Mini treacle tart, Admiral Darcy?
No, no, thank you. The mini spotted dick rather finished me off.
[polite laughter]
So, Mark, Bridget, when are you two lovebirds going to name the day?
Bridget, you must want to hear those ding-dong bells.
Well, we're certainly not thinking about that yet. Are we, Bridget?
No. God, no.
Of course not.
[Mr Jones] Good. Well, that's that sorted.
So, Admiral, out on the high seas. How was it?
- Did you mean that thing you said? - What thing?
- You know what thing. - No, l don't know what thing.
The thing thing.
Now, let's see, there are any number of things, um...
in an afternoon full of all sorts of things,
so l, um,...
The thing where you said you're not, um,...
That you're not, not even thinking about, um...
What's the matter?
Let's get a drink.
l'm going to go to the loo, then l'm going to come back.
And then we're going to be civilised.
[teIephone]
If you have a message for Mark Darcy, speak after the tone.
[beep]
Mark, it's Rebecca. Are you there?
ObviousIy not. ProbabIy stiII out with Bridget.
Um... Anyway, I hope Iunch with the parents went weII.
I'm sure you were dutifuI and very poIite, as usuaI.
Er... Whatever. Anyway, Iook, maybe give me a ring when you get back.
I thought I might pop round for a nightcap.
But I suppose that's a siIIy idea. Bridget's probabIy there.
- SIeep tight. - [beep]
Oh, Ohrist, what now?
Are you or are you not having an affair with Rebecca Gillies?
l won't dignify that question with an answer.
Right.
All l did was go to the loo.
Bridget!
Bridget.
That's not your coat.
Oh, right.
Oh, Bridget, what are you doing?
l read you should never date someone if you can think of three reasons not to.
- Oan you think of three? - Yes.
- Which are? - Well, first off, l embarrass you.
l can't ski, l can't ride, l can't speak Latin.
My legs only come up to here and yes, l will always be a little bit fat.
And you, you fold your underpants before you go to bed.
- Now, hang on, that can't be a reason. - No, it's not a reason.
But you're not perfect either.
You look down your nose at absolutely everyone,
and you're incapable of doing anything spontaneous or potentially affectionate.
lt feels like you're waiting to find someone in the VlP room
who's, who's so fantastic...
just the way she is,
that you don't need to fix her.
Bridget, this is mad.
Perhaps you've already found her.
Do you want to marry me?
Look, l...
You see, you can never muster the strength...
to fight for me.
[Bridget] I can't beIieve I did that.
? What do I gotta do to make you Iove me?
? What do I gotta do to make you care?
[dog barks]
? What do I gotta do when Iightning strikes me
? Hmm
? And I wake to find that you're not there?
? What do I gotta do to make you want me?
? Hmm
? What do I gotta do to be heard?
[siren]
? And what do I say when it's aII over, babe?
? Oooh-ooh
? And sorry seems to be the hardest word
? It's sad So sad
? Why can't we taIk it over, babe?
? AIways seems to me
? When sorry seems to be
? The hardest word ?
[Bridget] Five weeks Iater.
Weight.: 4,000 pounds.
Am enjoying a reIationship with two men simuItaneousIy.
The first is caIIed Ben, the other, Jerry.
Number of current boyfriends.: zero.
Number of caIIs from ex-boyfriend.:
[eIectronic voice] You have absoIuteIy no messages.
Not a singIe one. Not even from your mother.
[teIephone]
- Hello? - Hello, darling.
- You haven't forgotten our lunch date? - [Bridget] Of course I have.
- I'm suicidaIIy depressed. - Don't be silly, Bridget.
Meet me at Debenhams at twelve o'clock.
Mum... l thought we were going to have something to eat.
[Mum] Patience, please. l've got a big surprise for you, darling.
- What? - Don't say ''what'', say ''pardon''.
[shrill] Tra-la!
- What do you think? - Oh, my God.
Daddy and l are getting married.
- You're already married. - We're doing it again.
Reaffirming our vows. You are going to be a bridesmaid,
and absolutely everything is going to be lavender.
And when l say everything, l mean...
...everything.
[laughs]
Oh, God, I'm never going to get married
and my sodding mum and dad are doing it twice.
? No more candIeIight No more romance
- ? No more smaII taIk... - [Bridget] BIoody know-it-aII.
New York.: the Big, Juicy AppIe.
The city that never sIeeps with the same person two nights running.
My favourite pIace in America, where Sex And The Oity isn't just a programme,
it's a promise.
[bell]
- [phone rings] - [man] Morning, Rach.
Sorry.
Oh, cheer up, misery guts. l have good news for you.
[chuckles] Sure, right.
What's the angle? l interview some rocket scientist
while he looks through my skirt with X-ray glasses?
No.
Although that is a bloody good idea.
No. The fact is The Smooth Guide is doing very well with women,
but the network want us to cast a wider net and use a Smooth Guide-ess.
Me? With Daniel Oleaver?
lt's the next logical step. l think Thailand is first on the list.
No. l won't do it.
Not now. Not in a million years from now.
- Excuse me? - l am a top television journalist,
not some boorish bint in a bikini.
Really? Strong words from somebody who doesn't know where Germany is.
- [sniggering] - Who told you that?
Oleaver. He said he couldn't be expected to go out with someone
who thought lran was David Bowie's wife, and who didn't know where Germany was.
Daniel Oleaver is a deceitful, sexist, disgusting specimen of humanity,
that l wouldn't share a lift with, let alone a job.
Oome on, Jones, there must have been something you liked about me.
Well,... you have a nice car.
And quite nice manners. Outside the bedroom.
But that's about it.
And by the way, l know exactly where Germany is.
The question is do you know the location of your arsehole?
As a matter of fact, l do know the exact location of my arsehole. And hers.
Oh, come on, Jones, it was just a silly joke.
Not a very funny one.
- Go on, then. - What?
Where is it? Where is Germany?
- Next to France. - And?
And also Belgium,...
Poland. And it has a sea coast.
Which sea?
Oh, sod it. Now, look,
l think we should talk about Finch's suggestion.
l am going to Thailand, Jones.
Wouldn't you like to be my little Girl Guide?