They'll never smell it over the stench of Brylcreem. What goes in there, an aspirin? I'm walking down the hall. Well, we're finding that this kind of anxiety is not uncommon in housewives. In fact, we're gonna do it right now. Warm air, light dancing in the blue Night swimming.
I don't want my husband to see this. I can give you store credit. Make sure to hide the brushstrokes. What are you talking about? It's under the maiden name. Well, the ones with the best product make the worst clients.
I wasn't going to say anything. It's certainly a believable excuse. His boys tell him that she was flirting with him. Boys will be boys, right?. Down the hall past the water fountain. Connecticut College for Women, indeed. But then we should get the check.
Same price as a Chip 'n' Dip. I get in the elevator. But you know what I've always wanted to do? Well, I'm just glad you're okay. I have my own version, and it's plenty. Can I get a ham sandwich? I would pick it up throw its back legs over my shoulder, and I would drag it through the snow to this little cabin.
He tells Dick that on the front gate of every house there is a mark. It's good for 20 yards. I'll take a cherry Danish. I have something out in the garage left over from New Year's. I'm going to return it.
Easy on the vermouth, another dozen of these. My biggest hit came when we were running oil down to the islands in the South China Sea. Don schools the Belle Jolie guys about their fresh new marketing approach. No, I ran down the street knocking on doors. Now you have to tell us. Wayne tried to look down my neckline the other day. Are we naming them now? They're going to say that.
Campbell, your wife called from the Four Seasons. And you go and get some stupid toy? You'll have to give me that recipe sometime. Betty's going to want that glass back. Someplace with a swimmin' hole. Those long walks and that pathetic job at Benson's Jewelry. We could go back to lunch.
One minute you're drinking at a bar, and they come and tell you your kid's been born, next thing you know, they're heading off to college. You have to be very quiet. I believe that was Jonathan Swift. Isn't that a nice thought? Did you check the golf bag? I love to be looked at that way. This is Dick Nixon we're talking about. It makes for good television, though! He wants to take her to Paris with his bonus money. They have sex in his office.
And, of course, uh, my partner, Roger Sterling. It's going to be a dinner party. Where'd you go, to Russia to get that? That never comes in to these stories. You want to rest a minute? Their mouths are like a drop of strawberry jam in a glass of milk. Last one to Chumley's gets to wheel Kenneth Cosgrove, published author, home in a baby carriage. Maybe we could get them to come down and have the presentation on the eighth floor landing.