By love you mean big lightning bolts to the heart, where you can't eat and you can't work, and you just run off and get married and make babies. The reason you haven't felt is because it doesn't exist. What you call love was invented by guys like me...to sell nylons.
“Smoke Gets in Your Eyes” · Season 1, Episode 1
In this episode: Don Draper (6), Pete Campbell (1), Joan Holloway (1), Midge Daniels (1)
You're born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts. But I never forget. I'm living like there's no tomorrow, because there isn't one.
Advertising is based on one thing, happiness. And you know what happiness is? Happiness is the smell of a new car. It's freedom from fear. It's a billboard on the side of the road that screams reassurance that whatever you are doing is okay. You are okay.
He may act like he wants a secretary, but most of the time they're looking for something between a mother and a waitress. And the rest of the time, well... Go home, take a paper bag and cut some eye holes out of it. Put if over your head, look in the mirror and try and evaluate your strengths and weaknesses. And try and be honest.
We should get married.
You think I'd make a good ex-wife?
Suggesting that our customers have a...what did you call it? A death wish? I just don't see that on a billboard.
Except they aren't.
That's your slogan? "You're going to die anyway. Die with us"?
Actually, it's a fairly well-established psychological principle that society has a death wish, and if we could just tap into that, the market potential is--
What the hell are you talking about? Are you insane? I'm not selling rifles here, I'm in the tobacco business! We're selling America! The Indians gave it to us, for shit's sake!
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