Mad Men, Season 1

Midge's Friend:
Dig. Ad man's got a heart.

Midge Daniels:
The grown-ups are talking.

Midge's Friend:
Don't defend him. [to Don] Toothpaste doesn't solve anything. Dacron sure as hell won't bring back those ten dead kids in Biloxi.

Don:
Neither will buying some Tokaj wine and leaning up against a wall in Grand Central pretending you're a vagrant.

Midge's Friend:
You know what it's like to watch all you ants go into your hive? I wipe my ass with the Wall Street Journal.

Woman:
How come every time we have a party the ladies have to sit and listen to the men talk?

Midge's Friend:
Look at you. Satisfied, dreaming up jingles for soap flakes and spot remover, telling yourself you're free.

Don:
Oh, my God. Stop talking and make something of yourself.

Roy:
Like you? You make the lie. You invent want. You're for them... not us.

Don:
Well, I hate to break it to you, but there is no big lie. There is no system. The universe is indifferent.

Midge's Friend:
Aww man, why did you have to say that?