Respectfully, do the grades make any difference?

Bob Benson is absolute comedy gold. There is nobody on television funnier than Bob Benson. Whenever he shows up outside the window with his damn two cups of coffee I think the schtick can't possibly get any funnier, and then it does. The mere fact that there's a totally superfluous guy named "Bob Benson" who's…

That was absolutely hilarious.

Right, "mistakenly," like, it's both of their mistake…which means it's partially his mistake.

The kind of television Harry Crane creates is exactly the kind of television that prompted Lorne Michaels' revolutionary invention seven years later.

I don't get it, but it's hilarious.

It was indeed. Pride and anger, mingled.

He's got to go chase his son around a maze with an axe.

She's better at a certain portion of his job, as it was defined back then at the old firm — not his current vastly-expanded role.

Watching a second time, I realized something tragic about Joan's storyline.

Except not really.

I agree; that was possibly the most brilliant (fictitious) ad we've seen on the entire series.

"Ratso" was the nickname; Rizzo was his actual name.

Except it isn't, because this is the rare example of somebody literally prostituting herself, quid pro quo, in so many words.

It was great that Cosgrove burst in and chastized Don in front of Ted Cough (that's what the spell-checker says and it's good enough for me) and Peggy that way. I mean, it was arguably bad storytelling; too fortuitous (like in a TV biopic when someone bursts into the scene to announce, "You were just nominated for a…

Oh, I'm sure it's hard as hell. I simply meant that coming up with a believably-good fictitious ad campaign might be easier than coming up with a believably-good fictitious poem, painting, novel, play etc. (since that stuff's usually so bad, requiring a much greater suspension of disbelief when characters are supposed…

But I just love the way she slings that "You're fired." Like Andrew Garfield slinging a web. WHAP!

"I'm SMOT! Not like people say…like, 'dumb'! I'm SMOT and I want respect!"

Of course! How many draft-dodgers and deserters do we know of publicly who've become our most strident pro-war advocates?

Come on, it's a soap opera. Have you seen what the talent is like on those things? They're uniformly "sexy" (in a bland, boring, mail-order-catalog way) and they can't talk at all.