“Gosh, Donna,” I say innocently. “Don’t you know? Didn’t you do it with him an hour after you met? Or was it more like fi fteen minutes?” “Really, Carrie.” She narrows her eyes. “I thought you knew me better than that. Sebastian is far too inexperienced for me. I don’t do boys.” I lean forward and lock my eyes onto hers. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be you.” I look around the gym and sigh. “It must be so . . . exhausting.” I gather my things and hop off the bleacher. As I walk toward the door, I hear her shout, “You wish, Carrie Bradshaw. You should be so lucky.” And so should you. You’re dead.
по смыслу "смотри не лопни от зависти" ближе к тексту "ишь чего захотела (очутиться на моем месте), Кэрри Брэдшоу, да куда тебе (с твоими-то кривыми ногами)" :)