Peggy: What are they doing? They're really still having the awards?
Don: What else are they going to do?

Peggy: Don't do anything stupid.
Abe: Hey, it's too late. I'm going to Harlem in a tuxedo.

He's the head of accounts. He's like Roger, with bad breath.

Ted: Proof points: Has baking soda. Makes you nicer if you're stinky. Kills overly critical bacteria. Target: Professional women and other Olsons.
Peggy: Just give it to me.
Ted: Calm down. I think this is just somebody's idea of a joke.
Peggy: Of course when you want them to be funny, they're useless.

Save the fiction for your stories.

I think she's good at everything. I think she's just one of those girls.

Don: Don't you like it?
Peggy: No I do, just absorbing it.

Peggy: Someone dumped you?
Joan: Peggy, I'm just like everybody else.

Peggy: Are there others like you?
Michael: I don't know. I haven't been able to find any.

Michael: He's not my real father. People don't understand.
Peggy: Are you adopted?
Michael: Actually I'm from Mars.

Peggy: Lane beat the crap out of Pete.
Ken: I can't believe he beat me to it.

Don: Mohawk is going to insist on a regular copywriter.
Roger: Someone with a penis.
Peggy: I'll work on that.

Mad Men Quotes

It's been a pleasure working with you all. I wish you the best of luck.

Bert

Peggy: It just looks good now, but it was miserable when you were in it. Trust me.
Roger: Is that really how you're gonna remember this place?
Peggy: No.