♪♪ I want to burn
this place down. You want to take a swing
at me? It would save us all
a lot of trouble. Nope. You never say "thank you." That's what
the money is for! The universe
is indifferent. How are you? Not great, Bob. ♪♪ I'm not going to pretend
I don't want your job. But you were right. I'm not great with people,
and you are. I mean, not counting
that meeting we were just in. So I'm kind of counting
on you to help me out. There's plenty of room
at the top. [Sighs] Look, I'm sorry
I was so hard on you before. It's just
this damn tobacco thing. You'll think
of something. A man like you, I'd follow
into combat blindfolded, and I wouldn't be
the first. Am I right, buddy? Let's take it
a little slower. I don't want
to wake up pregnant. [Speaks indistinctly] Should we get lunch? I want to burn
this place down. [Sighs] I know.
They were awful. But at least
we got a "yes." Would you have rather had
a friendly "no"? I don't expect you
to understand. Joan, you've never experienced
that before? Have<i> you,</i> Peggy? I don't know.
You can't have it both ways. You can't dress the way you do
and expect -- How do I dress? Look, they didn't take me
seriously, either. So what you're saying is
I don't dress the way you do because I don't look
like you. And that's
very, very true. You know what?
You're filthy rich. You don't have to do anything
you don't want to. ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [Sighs] I know you saw me. Thought you were hiding
from someone. [Scoffs] That was a bold last-minute
decision, going with your idea. I thought it was more
what they wanted. Well, we'll never know,
will we? Because they never
heard mine. Look, I don't like going in
with two ideas. It's weak. And you don't want to
be weak, so you picked yours. And they bought it,
which is our goal, isn't it? [Sighs]
What do I care? I got a million of them.
A million. Good. I guess I'm lucky
you work for<i> me.</i> [Elevator bell dings,
doors open] I feel bad for you. I don't think about you
at all. Clara: You should really
get going. Well, you tell
those Panamanian criminals they should put Manolo
under house arrest or ship's arrest
or whatever it's called. Fine. The brig.
Do whatever it takes. What's wrong? Get me Bob Benson
this minute. He was waiting for you. You're late for
your flight to Detroit. [Sighs] [Elevator bell dings] Hold that. How are you? Not great, Bob. What's wrong? "What's wrong?" Don't play dumb. You don't know that
your boyfriend Manolo kidnapped my mother, married her at gunpoint,
and threw her off a ship?! Slow down. I know you're exaggerating,
and you're being hostile. If you want to run,
I'd do it now because you're an accessory
to murder. I will never, ever
let this go. Manny wouldn't hurt a fly. [Elevator bell dings] Even if he thought
it was rich?! Don't get personal because
you didn't do your work. And by the way,
I know it kills you, but guess what. There is no
"Danny's idea." Everything that comes in here
belongs to the agency. You mean you? As long as you
still work here. Is that a threat?
Because I've already taken somebody up
on one of those tonight. Relax. You know what? Here's a blank piece
of paper. Why don't you turn that
into Glo-Coat? Are you out of your mind? You gave me 20 ideas,
and I picked out 1 of them that was a kernel
that became that commercial. So you remember? I do. It was something about a cowboy.
Congratulations. No, it was something about
a kid locked in a closet because his mother was making
him wait for the floor to dry, which is basically
the whole commercial. It's a kernel. Which you changed just enough
so that it was yours. I changed it
into a commercial. What, are we going to shoot him
in the dark in the closet? That's the way it works. There are no credits
on commercials. You got the CLIO. It's your job. I give you money.
You give me ideas. And you never say
"thank you." That's what the money
is for! You're young.
You will get your recognition. And, honestly, it is
absolutely ridiculous to be two years into your career
and counting your ideas. Everything to you
is an opportunity, and you should be thanking me
every morning when you wake up
along with Jesus for giving you
another day. Oh. [Sighs]
Come on. I'm sorry
about your boyfriend, okay? Mother sun, we greet you
and are thankful for the sweetness
of the Earth. The new day brings new hope. The lives we've led,
the lives we've yet to lead. New day. New ideas. A new you. [Bell chimes] Ommmmmm. All: Ommmmmm. Ommmmmmmmm. [Bell chimes] You know, Ted and I,
whenever we would hear that your agency was involved,
we'd always be so intimidated. "What was that man up to?"
Such a cloud of mystery. Now that I've been backstage,
I'm deeply unimpressed, Don. You're just a bully
and a drunk, a football player
in a suit. The most eloquent
I've ever heard you was when you were blubbering
like a little girl about your
impoverished childhood. What, you want to take
a swing at me? It would save us
all a lot of trouble. ♪♪ You any good at this
or not? [Sighs]
Oh, honey. You've had such a hard day. Nope. Um... [Sighs] It's my first time. Kind of nervous. Nope. [Sighs] [Sighs]
You're my king. Okay. Peggy:
Rye is Canadian, right? You better find out. He may act
like he wants a secretary, but most of the time
they're looking for something between a mother
and a waitress. And the rest of the time,
well... Go home, take a paper bag,
and cut some eyeholes out of it. Put it over your head,
get undressed, and look at yourself
in the mirror. Really evaluate where your
strengths and weaknesses are. And be honest. I always try
to be honest. Good for you. Unless one of you needs help
finding a dead client file, I suggest you pitch
your tents elsewhere. I see what you're doing, and I have to say
I'm disappointed. I don't follow. Your décolletage
is distracting. This is an office that hinges
on professional decorum. I'm so sorry, Joan. I didn't realize. Better? Go out and get a sweater
at lunch. Be reasonable. There's still plenty to see,
and you know that. Jane, I have some very important
talent coming in tomorrow to see Don,
somebody famous, and I just want to make sure
you're aware of that. What's your title here? Title? [Chuckles] I'm Ken. Cosgrove. Accounts. Yes, you're here
in the book with Jimmy Barrett. Would you like to go
see him sometime? Well,
I hate to break it to you, but there is no big lie. There is no system. The universe
is indifferent. Man, why'd you
have to say that? Paris. Now. Let's go. Don. No, I can't. [Pen clicks] Buy yourself a car. Don. The cops --
you can't go out there. <i> You</i> can't. [<i> "My Special Angel"</i> plays] ♪ Heaven is in your eyes ♪ ♪ The smile from your lips
bring the summer sunshine ♪ ♪ The tears from your eyes
bring the rain ♪ ♪ I feel your touch,
your warm embrace ♪ Mrs. Draper,
what the hell are you doing? ♪ And I'm in heaven again ♪ Mrs. Draper! ♪ You are
my special angel ♪ ♪ Through eternity ♪ [Gunshot] ♪ I'll have... ♪
Thank you for posting!
"I'm sorry about your boyfriend, ok??!!"