A husband and wife lounge on the couch after just finishing the Mad Men season finale.
Woman: I wonder who I am on that show.
Man: I’m Don Draper, you’re Peggy.
Woman: You are so not Don Draper.
Man: Okay, fine. I’m Roger Sterling. You’re Joan.
Woman: I am definitely not Joan. She doesn’t even write anything. I think I’m Don. Remember that little writing contest we had and I beat you?
Man: Oh, come on. You always remind me of that writing contest. It was one time.
Woman: And I beat you.
Man: But it was just that one time.
Woman: You want to do it again then?
Man: Fine, I’m Roger, you’re Don.
Woman: You’re not Roger. Roger doesn’t do anything. You’re at least better than Roger. I’m Don. (She pauses.) You’re Peggy.
Man: (Shakes his head) How about this? You’re Sally; I’m the weird kid who always calls her. Matthew Weiner’s son.
Woman: Ha! (Woman nods). That’s it. You’re exactly right.
A husband and wife sit alongside each other with matching laptops after dinner.
Woman: (Scrolling up and down on her computer screen.) I really want win a dinner with Barack Obama. I have to donate money to his campaign, though. Should we donate some money?
Man: (Shrugs.) Sure.
Woman: How much? Let’s just do $15.
Man: Works for me.
Woman: Do you think we’re less likely to win, though, if we only donate $15?
Man: I don’t know.
Woman: I would just hug him. If I won that dinner, I’d just hug him.
Man: No you wouldn’t. We’d get everything we could out of him. Names…contacts….a jobs bill. We would not leave that dinner empty handed.
Man: Top secret information…a promise to have another dinner. We’d get something out of that dinner.
Man: Hey. Look at this article on Slate. Humans are covered by 10,000 microbes.