I’m just like Peggy Olson: Come back to my place, I’ve got all the ideas and will do all the work.
Forget growing old together, let’s pickle our youth in gin together.
Look, I want to tell you something and I hope you understand it comes from the bottom of my damaged, damaged heart. You are the finest piece of ass I ever seen and I don’t care who knows it.
I’m not trying to hit on you. I’m selling you a product, and that product is me. Guaranteed best on the market, voted #1 in satisfaction, and will leave you feeling refreshed, relaxed and invigorated.
“I’m not the solution you’re looking for. I’m another problem.” That’s from Mad Men. Hot right?
If you really love me, you’ll make me your mistress.
You don’t want to get in this boys club… it wants to get in you.
Of course I’m sketchy, I’m an art director.
Let’s ignore the Surgeon General’s warning together — Lucky Strike?
I don’t mind sleeping alone, but napping in my office without you is unbearable.
Hey, good-lookin’. Let’s take a 17-month hiatus together and then pretend it never happened.
Can I expense you a drink?
I’m just like Mad Men, I’ll make you wait till Sunday night — and then I’ll make you scream.
Hey girl, show me your Joans.
The sun’s almost down. Why aren’t you drunk yet?