You people have got to come to terms with the fact that in this episode, Glen was more of a mack daddy than any of you losers. He's halfway to second base with that girl already when he tosses her aside to play Kid Galahad for the daughter of his favorite hair farm, then he kicks that punk's ass before he shrugs,…

"Hi. Ken Cosgrove, Man of the World."

I don't need them to hook up. I just totally adore their late-night buddy sessions. Peggy is the coolest chick in cooltown and I'm glad Stan finally got baked enough to realize it.

"What are two great tastes that go great together, Alex?"

"What are two great tastes that go great together, Alex?"

Perhaps I'm high, but I vaguely remember Joan entertaining clients back in the first/second season. Not flat-out prostituting, but it seems like she was chummy with them after hours and that was part of business as usual back then.

Perhaps I'm high, but I vaguely remember Joan entertaining clients back in the first/second season. Not flat-out prostituting, but it seems like she was chummy with them after hours and that was part of business as usual back then.

You were totally great in that one movie where you were drunk and gay.

I'm pretty sure Roger talked up vodka last season to show he was with it. Vodka was the cool new import back then,

God, I was hoping Pete would start choking the chicken just in time for Lane to swagger in with a side of beef slung jauntily over one shoulder and sneer at Pete's tiny inbred-WASP hackeysack.

Twitter is the salvation of writers because it gives them enough response time to be wits.

And her parents are divorced and remarried. And she's already spent a lot of time in therapy. Shit, man, she's a powder keg.

The Beatles song blew me away. It was almost shocking. After four and a half seasons of this mannered, insightful period piece, that cacophony was like a bomb going off. It instantly made Don and his peers seem like dinosaurs and upended the whole feel of the show while further confirming Megan's role as the…

I read this forum because of comedy gold like this.

The Roger gag no one here got: referring to a hefty dowager at the dinner as Margaret Dumont. That was worth a chuckle.

JULIA: Thank God, I thought it was time for the Draper Fingerbang again.

Yeah that was a great passive-aggressive fuck you to Don. Oh, that ostentatious white carpet? I asked your son to refill my fountain pen on it. Oops!

Abe is really not clocking with me. He just seems perpetually uncomfortable. I guess he's Hoffman in the graduate.

Glenn's a freak but I love that Sally still calls him. He's definitely enough of an outsider that he vibes some weird kind of truth to her. Great relationship.

Reminded me of the Godfather.