You get a percentage. And You get a percentage. Everybody's getting a percentage!

C'mon, we're all shipping Finn and Alicia.

His little scared look when his MSNBC interview started was priceless.

All she has to do is get through ten more violent years, with each year becoming more dangerous than the next, until things start to slowly and gradually get better in the 80s. Go Peggy!

It's possible, but there aren't many little bungalows with great views in Benedict Canyon, as it's kind of hidden and secluded. Her apartment seemed like the Hollywood Hills.

Roger already HAD a heart attack while fucking, and survived it, because Roger is a boss.

Kind of looks like a hotel - Roger Sterling's orgy suite.

Maybe she's going to something like EST or the self-realization fellowship. All the late 60's malaise in this episode is leading to 70s me-generation stuff, learning to value your happiness above everyone else'e, right?

The only slicing done in Mad Men is for Canters' excellent pastrami sandwiches.

Also, when you go up stairs in a mini-skirt, remember to put one foot directly in front of each other in a straight line and you're good to go.

Same thing for Joan, kind of? The reviewers were asking why Joan needs to keep proving herself (except for the vote of confidence from Ken Cosgrove). Um, it's 'cause she's a woman.

But Don floating by the old undergound mosaics at LAX is a beautiful thing.

Yep, and the meeting with Megan's producer was in the wonderful white booths and mirrors of the Dresden.

Still watching for Burn Gorman, chillin' with his horse friends.

There are so many hipsters in my neighborhood wearing that Jimmy Walker tennis hat right now.

I fucking love Don Draper.

He is the Meryl Streep of our generation.

At least we'll never have this problem with Bert.

Agree. and it could play equally well on Jezebel or Kotaku or a bunch of other game sites. An example of how this show can be pitch perfect.

He will construct them all out of paper and socks.