He could have been happy, more nearly and unguardedly himself, with an Irene Dunne, a Barbara Stanwyck, a Jean Arthur, with any of the tough smart cheerful witty movie dames of the thirties, of his adolescence.

Oooh, nail meet hammer. Which is why, ultimately, Bobbi wouldn't suit. She's too conscious of life being stage. Rachel and Midge were what they were because they were unconscious of it. Don wants to see things with vaseline smeared around the edges of the lens, whereas Bobbi breaks the fourth wall for him. She's more perfectly his match, but he actually can't accept that in a woman.

What I loved about the Irene Dunne line was that it's a reference that much of the viewing audience just won't get (like so many of their references), but it was right so they used it.

Also, Irene Dunne has a special place in my heart because she has one of my favorite movie lines ever: "I wouldn't go on living with you if you were dipped in platinum!" Spoken to Cary Grant in The Awful Truth.

The conversation was totally annoying, but he was staying out of it until Peggy directly challenged all the smug young men who were so busy patting themselves on the backs for their cleverness. They were wittering on and Don was just sitting and watching and listening, until Peggy spoke up.

"There are two types of people in the world, A and B. Oh, you? You're...um...Q." Drives me up a fucking wall.

But, IIRC, Don wasn't actively participating in that conversation-- he was just letting the guys pitch the idea to him. Which makes his entry into the conversation all the more interesting.

All in all, he's just one of the most interesting, complex, layered characters I can recall in most any medium which is among the many reasons I love him to pieces.

EDIT: x-post with JZ. *g*

he was just letting the guys pitch the idea to him.

Exactly. He was pissy with Duck for forcing this on them, so he played along to the extent of listening to the creative group's ideas. And then it didn't fly with the company.

Duck is really zero for anything since he started there. I can see him turning the dog out, it was just another symbol of his failure, which I think he couldn't face. How ironic that Don is a drinker, a womanizer, has a beautiful wife, great kids and is extremely successful. Then there's Duck, who quit drinking, lost his wife, his kids are moving on as much as the ex is, doesn't mess around, hasn't been successful in the 18 months he's been at Sterling Cooper, and the only thing he's good for is watching the dog? Self-flagellation, thy name is Duck. Bye, Chauncey. But it's a great use of the mirror theme for the episode.

I can see him turning the dog out, it was just another symbol of his failure, which I think he couldn't face.

He also couldn't stand any kind of lasting witness to his latest downfall, which is why he didn't simply put Chauncey out in the hall, but out on the street completely.

Which I'm still seething over, big baby that I am. Just went and picked up my babies from boarding and I've been petting them like mad.

Oh, and I got a great snort out of Sally:

"Do you kiss her?"

"Yes."

"And do you lay on top of her?"

"..."

"Go find your Daddy. I need to work."

The Jackie/ Marilyn conversation bugged me too, but somehow it was cool that Don had an answer for it.

I know! I'm still mad at Duck. Likely because Seabiscuit came to us through somebody turning him out. Threw him out of a car, probably. Makes me furious.

I miss the beatnik girl, because I miss seeing that type of social motion. It's too insular, too much the restricted universe of the admen.

Do you think it's more insular now because Don has moved up in the world?

Is he still living in the same 'burb he was in season 1? Have they moved up that way too?