"Can I play the piano anymore?"

Outside of driving a little drunk to pick them up, I think Don's a pretty decent dad. Not a great, tee ball coach, "World's #1 Dad" tee shirt wearing kind of dad, but a pretty decent dad all the same.

All this talk about genuine emotion… people don't have to go drooling and crying all over themselves in order to express emotion. I remember 9/11, I was a junior in high school and I saw the second plane hit during study hall. There were a lot of people crying and shouting, and I felt absolutely sick, but instead of…

"To a man who's lived that horrible and tragic of a life"… man fuck that. What happened to him during the holocaust was horrible and tragic, his life is glorious and triumphant because he still has it

Mud:  The Wreckage After Ribs

U.S. Hay. It's a pun on agriculture.

Pete: "Well, you should know that it is at your disposal, should you ever need to spend the night in the city…"

Not natural? Read 'The Jungle', sausage-heavy cultures!

The answer:  Drinking. Also acceptable:  Fucking.

A lot of Korean War vets didn't like the Vietnam War. With good reason.

gah… hope not

Don needed a dog to kick after his failure with the ketchup man. That's all.

Pete is basically a minor Satan now…

I don't get this shit. Who doesn't put ketchup on hot dogs? Ketchup, mustard, onions and relish. RIght? What's this shit about no ketchup on hot dogs?

Yeah, but fuck Harry.

Stepmother.

Mad Men can get heavily depressing. Just wait.

Also, this stuff:

This season's theme (replacing last season's 'hit Pete in the face with things') is:  "Here, Don, smoke this weed!"

That was an awesome hour of television. I am beginning to root for that queen of the horse people.