When Don pays the tab for drinks at the Gaslight with Midge, that $5 he passes the waitress is equivalent to about $40 today. That’s awfully steep for three Jack Daniels! Let’s hope he’s a good tipper and not just showing off for her beatnik buddy, Roy.
May I just say—as a freelance graphic designer—a shirtless babe ashing their cigarette out in your vintage ashtray on your drafting table as you watch from bed in your imaginary Lower East Side loft apartment is like, Fantasy Numero Uno.
Roy: So, what do you do, Don?
Don: I blow up bridges.
Midge Daniels: Don’s in advertising.
Roy: No way. Madison Avenue? What a gas!
Midge Daniels: We all have to serve somebody.
Roy: Perpetuating the lie. How do you sleep at night?
Don: On a bed made of money.