Don Draper: The reason you haven't felt it is because it doesn't exist. What you call love was invented by guys like me, to sell nylons. You're born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts. But I never forget. I'm living like there's no tomorrow, because there isn't one.
Don Draper: This is the greatest advertisting opportunity since the invention of cereal. We have six identical companies making six identical products. We can say anything we want. How do you make your cigarettes?
Lee Garner, Jr.: I don't know.
Lee Garner, Sr.: Shame on you. We breed insect repellant tobacco seeds, plant them in the North Carolina sunshine, grow it, cut it, cure it, toast it...
Don Draper: There you go. There you go.
[Writes on chalkboard and underlines: "IT'S TOASTED."]
Lee Garner, Jr.: But everybody's else's tobacco is toasted.
Don Draper: No. Everybody else's tobacco is poisonous. Lucky Strikes'... is toasted.
Roger: Well, gentlemen, I don't think I have to tell you what you just witnessed here.
Lee Garner, Jr.: I think you do.
Don Draper: Advertising is based on one thing: happiness. And do you know what happiness is? Happiness is the smell of a new car. It's freedom from fear. It's a billboard on the side of a road that screams with reassurance that whatever you're doing is OK. You are OK.
Lee Garner, Sr.: It's toasted.
Lee Garner, Sr.: I get it.
Roger: Have we hired any Jews?
Don Draper: Not on my watch!
Rachel: [to Don] You were expecting me to be a man. My father was, too.
Midge Daniels: [to Don after sex] You know the rules, I don't make plans and I don't make breakfast.
Don Draper: If Greta's research was any good I would have used it.
Pete Campbell: What are you talking about?
Don Draper: I'm saying I had a report just like that. And it's not like there's some magic machine that makes identical copies of things.
Don Draper: We should get married.
Midge: You think I'd make a good ex-wife?
Don Draper: People were buying cigarettes before Freud was born.
Pete Campbell: A man like you I'd follow into combat blindfolded, and I wouldn't be the first. Am I right, buddy?
Don Draper: Let's take it a little slower. I don't want to wake up pregnant.
Joan: Dr. Emerson's a dream, isn't he?
Peggy: He seemed nice.
Joan: He has a place in South Hampton. I'm not saying that I've seen it, but it's beautiful.
Don Draper: All I have is a crush-proof box, and four out of five dead people smoked your brand.