If you pause on the scene where Ron's sealing deal for Lagavulin, you'll see a diminutive, grey-haired man. His name is Iain MacArthur, but he goes by "Pinky." He's the warehouse master at Lagavulin—in real life.
If you pause on the scene where Ron's sealing deal for Lagavulin, you'll see a diminutive, grey-haired man. His name is Iain MacArthur, but he goes by "Pinky." He's the warehouse master at Lagavulin—in real life.
Leslie's helicopter is shot down over Lake Michigan. It spins in. There are no survivors.
Who would've thought that Hell would exist, and that it'd be in New Jersey?!
Well that's because Mike was terrible ::ducks::
Keep circulating the tapes.
Pete's suggestion wasn't at all hacky. It was far more imaginative than "O Little Town of Bethlehem." US Steel still uses "The Backbone of America" as its marketing slogan today.
Glen is, to quote Jean-Ralphio, "THE WOOOOOO—OOORST!"
In contrast to Todd (I think), one of the things I love the most about Mad Men was how it was much more subtle about its periodicity, and when it wasn't subtle it was far more organic, than other period dramas.
I grew up watching MTM on Nick at Night. It's still my favorite show of all time, and "Chuckles Bites the Dust" is the best episode of television I've ever watched.
Ken was hit in the face with *birdshot* not buckshot. If he were hit in the face with buckshot he'd be dead.
Thirty Helens agree: Hawaii was better before.
Exxon! Waterworld!
Final two episodes of the Mary Tyler Moore show are two of the best episodes of television ever produced, IM(NS)HO.
"Burns orders the Ramones killed. Now 75 percent of the band’s are original members are dead. Coincidence?"
"Burns orders the Ramones killed. Now 75 percent of the band’s are original members are dead. Coincidence?"
"Silly Love Songs" was the nadir of rock music then, it's the nadir of rock music now. It deftly holds its own against any sonic vomit that Train and Nickelback regurgitate.
"Silly Love Songs" was the nadir of rock music then, it's the nadir of rock music now. It deftly holds its own against any sonic vomit that Train and Nickelback regurgitate.
My fiancee picked up on it but I'm not convinced that it was supposed to be intentional for Ginsberg. Intentional by the writers, perhaps, but I don't think Ginsberg is aware of it.
Ginsberg's ad is better because Don's is exactly what he has claimed to have hated in the past: a cliche.
Umm, look closer…