In Barcelona, in a taxi to a nightclub.
"You're such a Carrie" I said to le FP. He was going on about the pair of Louboutin shoes he wants - to put on a shelf and admire from afar, such is their beauty.
"Yeah, well if I'm Carrie Bradshaw, then who are you?" he asked me.
"Honey, I'm most definitely Samantha" I said.
"Mon Cher", he said, turning towards me with a big silly grin on his face. "You're not Samantha".
"Well I'm not Miranda" I said, huffily.
"Chéri, if I am Carrie", he continued, "then you are my Mister Big".