Pete Campbell: [incredulous that Peggy got her own office] How the hell did you swing this ?
Peggy Olson: I'm sleeping with Don. It's really working out.
Ken Cosgrove: Has anyone heard from Don?
Joan Holloway: Yes. He called. He wants you to get back to work.
Roger Sterling: [exits his office to find Peggy waiting outside] What do you want ?
Peggy Olson: I need to speak with you.
Roger Sterling: Honey, I have a 6:30 dinner reservation and unless you want to pull me there in a rickshaw, I have to get going.
Peggy Olson: Well, I'm a copywriter.
Roger Sterling: Why, did I call you something else ?
Peggy Olson: I don't know if you're aware, but I brought in the Popsicle account today. On my own.
Roger Sterling: [to his secretary] Hey, Ginger, did you hear about this ?
Roger Sterling: I gotta go.
Peggy Olson: Wait. I need my own office. It's hard to do business and be credible when I'm sharing with a Xerox machine. Freddie Rumsen's office has been vacant for some time. I think I should have it.
Roger Sterling: [smiles] It's yours.
Peggy Olson: Really ?
Roger Sterling: You young women are very aggressive.
Peggy Olson: Oh, I didn't mean to be impolite.
Roger Sterling: No, it's cute. There are 30 men out there who didn't have the balls to ask me.
Peggy Olson: [to moving man] There's a banker's box in the corner.
Paul Kinsey: What the hell is this ?
Peggy Olson: My new office.
Harry Crane: What ?
Paul Kinsey: Why don't you just put on Draper's pants while you're at it ?
Harry Crane: You have your own office ? You ? I'm the head of television and I spend the day staring at an orangutan.
Peggy Olson: When I was little, my mom would take a twin pop and break it in half and give one to me and one to my sister. We were completely equal in her eyes. Beloved. Everyone does this with Popsicles, but they may not realize what it means. It has nothing to do with an ice cream truck on a hot summer day. Or the flavor. Or the color. It's a ritual. You take it, break it, share it, and love it.
Ken Cosgrove: Why do moms give treats ? There's no good reason.
Salvatore Romano: My mom would come out to the truck with us. She'd break the Popsicles in half, then give it to us like Jesus at the Last Supper.
Ken Cosgrove: Sounds cheap.
Peggy Olson: No. My mother did it too. It was great.
Ken Cosgrove: In Vermont we made our own ice cream. It was a pain in the ass.
Peggy Olson: Everyone breaks Popsicles in half.
Ken Cosgrove: So ?
Peggy Olson: You can do it all year 'round. It's a ritual. It's like Communion.
Ken Cosgrove: It's kind of Catholic, isn't it ?
[Sal gives Ken a look]
Peggy Olson: It's Christian - as in behavior, not religion. Let me tell you something. The Catholic Church knows how to sell things.