Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I could hear the quacking.

Yeah, I think you'll have to.

They see a rocket, they start building a bomb shelter.

Postcard from Pete Campbell.

We'll punch the yellow of the moon so it pops behind him.

Who knows? Maybe Eleanor Roosevelt will throw her feedbag into the ring.

This thing is shiny. It's explosive.

another doctor, a good one.

Assemble a team.

till you correct that correspondence.

in some bullshit research psychology way.

your boss, Donald Draper.

That's two on two. I'm married.

I mean, y-you can always tell when a woman's writing copy,

Oh, what's the big deal?

Fix you something?

for the next 18 months,

The office is gonna empty out any second.

the can's right side up, but the guy's upside-down.

"Except some people think of the future and it upsets them."

I'll bet it's not hard for you to hold on to a man like that.

Oh. Well, it was kind of last-minute.

Well, I always thought women like the way we smell.

I took it for a case of nerves.

Tell the, uh, lieutenant, please,

I just don't know what they can possibly tell you.

it looks like you're doing nothing.

and break in to the fire escape so I don't have to?

Maybe your wife is just a better drinker.

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