Who the hell is in charge? A bunch of accountants trying to make a dollar into a dollar ten? I want to work; I want to build something of my own. How do you not understand that?
"How many of us have been waiting for a scene in which Don and Joan, the two mysterious glamour-pusses of SCDP, sit in a warmly lit bar, with sentimental holiday music swirling around them, and drunkenly flirt with each other? I didn’t know I was waiting for that exact scene, but clearly I was"