Episode Report Card Couch Baron: A- | 488 USERS: A- YOU GRADE IT I Went To A Garden Party…
By Couch Baron | Season 3 | Episode 3 | Aired on 2009.08.30
Carla is tearing up the house looking for the missing money, and when Gene opines she's being ridiculous, she somewhat hotly tells him she's not the thief. He tells "Viola" to stop it, and after she tartly correct him, he asks, "You know Viola?" Carla says she doesn't, but she'd be happy to call her and get her up to Ossining so they can take turns kicking his ass. Some of that wasn't explicitly stated, but the meaning was plain. Sally then emerges from another room, and Gene accusingly asks her if she's already done looking. Sally gives an "Oh, shit" nod...and then heads back into the room. Heh.
Peggy wakes up from a nap on her couch. Cut to outside her office, where she picks up the sandwich Olive got for her as she asks her if the boys are still there, which I guess means she never actually got that blender to them. Good for her, although the frappés did sound delicious. Olive then disapproving says she knows what they're doing in there, and since they obviously don't want to work, she should just go home. But Peggy, intrigued as you or I would be, heads off to see what all the fuss is about, and it's so perfectly Peggy that she's never even tried weed and yet she's going in with ammunition against the munchies she's sure to have quite soon.
Inside the office, stoner-speak is happening when there's a knock at the door, and Jeffrey grumbles, "Is it that old lady again?" Heh. Her "I know what they're doing in there" is close enough to "I know. What's going. On." that I wonder if she then went full-on Frances McDormand and was like, "Don't do drugs!" Anyway, it's of course Peggy, and the boys let her in; after Jeffrey smarmily introduces himself, some babbling from Paul gives way to Jeffrey asking Peggy her name. Peggy looks around proudly: "I'm Peggy Olson, and I want to smoke some marijuana." Seconded! Paul gruffs that she won't like it, but she points out that he has no idea what she'll like; her opinion is only asked in matters of "brassieres and body odor and makeup." God, even she's taller than poor Smitty. Jeffrey smooves that he'd like to know her opinion about a lot of things, and height issues or no, Smitty's response of "Jesus, give it a rest" makes me realize he's stealthily becoming one of my favorite characters. Anyway, Paul, being marginally in charge of the weed, finally nods his assent, and Smitty, who needed no convincing to begin with, lights a joint for Peggy while asking Paul if he can believe it. Paul, warming to the situation, smiles as Peggy tokes away...