Like I said, utilized just enough, by both the character of Don Draper, and the show in general.

There was some awful sadness underlying everything, which made even the slight humor (based mostly off of drunken behavior) a brief welcome relief.

Also rude cause the musician just started his set.

The kids' room was off-limits, that's why Don was stripping his bed after Lane left, and why Don and Candace did it on his couch.

It's nice to see a little levity, even if it's of the drunken or juvenile variety. Anything that gets the characters to crack a smile.

Hey…
Like that Finn made an appearance as the comedian at the night club. He's starting to resemble a stretched out Topher Grace.

Of course…
The minute I say to my roommate, "I LOVE how this show utilizes the Anna character just enough," we find out that she's not going to be a welcome reprieve in the future. Gah…. how much more shit is going to get thrown at Don before the season's end?

I've never quite known whether or not The Simpsons are pro-brunch. Somehow, even the "you get a good meal" part of the quote seems to be in question.

Marge. with. her. hair. down.

Stop. This is not going to bring the Apocalypse.

Blah blah blah…. listen, guys, if we keep discussing them, they'll stick around and only serve to ruin what is now a "Golden Age" of their music.

Classics
I used to think on classic literature as some kind of adults-only situation, so, with this thought in mind, I deliberately read a lot of classics in high school, simply to prove that I, too, could enjoy something that adults praised and adored.

I don't know if I ever really thought about how "adult" HBO's "Real Sex" series was… but I know me and my best friend growing up watched it waaaay before we understood what was going on.

Fuck yeah. Threatening little orphans unless they left her alone with her bathtub gin… Putting her lush self on display in hopes of seducing Warbucks… Hitting on every man within a reasonable vicinity to the orphanage… And she could sing and dance too.

Well
At least Kramer is relieved

Blah blah Pinkerton blah blah blah

I'd like a spin-off of Paul Kinsey where he's still a pretentious bachelor in the early 1970's.

Maybe he currently lives in the Shrine of the Silver Monkey

Or rather, not pronounciations, persay, but rather, delivery

But it still has the Chairman's ridiculous pronounciations: