picspam: ladies of mad men

I have a job. I have my own office with my name on the door, and I have a secretary.
That’s you. And I am not scared of any of this.
Don’t worry about me. I am going to get to do everything you want for me.
I am going to be fine. I really am.

I'm from Bay Ridge. We have manners. 

One day you’re there and then all of a sudden there’s less of you.
And you wonder where that part went - if it’s living somewhere outside of you.
You keep thinking maybe you’ll get it back. And then you realize... it’s just gone.

Well, Marilyn's really a Joan, not the other way around.

This is why I don't allow crying in the break room. It erodes morale.
There's a place to do that, like your apartment.

Fun-loving girl, responsible sometimes.
Likes to laugh, lives to love, seeks size six for city living and general galavanting.
No dull moments or dull men tolerated.

I feel like I'm stuck somewhere between Doris Day in Pillow Talk and Midnight Lace,
when what I need is to be Kim Novak in just about anything.

Greg: Look, I don't want to argue.

Joan: Then stop talking.

She wanted me to be beautiful so I could find a man. There's nothing wrong with that.
But then what? Just sit and smoke and let it go until you're in a box?

As far as I’m concerned, as long as men look at me that way I’m earning my keep.

Still, I can't help but think that I'd be happy if my husband was faithful to me.
The way he makes love - sometimes it's what I want
and sometimes it's obviously what someone else wants.

I'm just a housewife, why are you doing this to me?

Honestly, I think she's jealous of me.
I've seen it before, I was in a sorority.

Arthur: You're so profoundly sad.

Betty: No, it's just that my people are Nordic.

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