Episode Report Card Couch Baron: A- | 6 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT Tit For Splat
By Couch Baron | Season 1 | Episode 7 | Aired on 2007.08.30
Betty is just putting the finishing touches on a lovely-looking roast beef as Don comes home, and she tells him what she's made. Don: "You know it's just me tonight, right?" Let me guess: Still mad? The two of them regard each other for a long moment, and then Don heads out of the room. I love Jon Hamm, and this character is interesting, but all that said: What a douche.
Pete is sitting in a chair, impassively cradling the gun in his lap, as his wife somewhat hysterically berates him for returning the chip and dip; the obvious implication is that it was not, in fact, an extra, and Pete did this without his wife's knowledge. Pete regards his wife with loathing through her diatribe, and I really hope he didn't have enough store credit left over for ammunition.
At the office, presumably the next day, Don, waiting for the elevator, sees it open to spit out Pete, sheepishly carrying the gun. He heads away without a word, but the hilarious thing is the "WTF?" look the elevator attendant gives him. That's how you make the most of a non-speaking scene. Don then conspiratorially asks the attendant, "Hollis," for a word, and pulls out some bills as the door closes.
In his office, Pete is looking all kinds of serial-killer-in-the-making when Peggy comes in and asks him if he'd still be okay with looking at her work. If the outlines on her sweater are any indication, she seems to have chosen a moment when the air conditioning is at full blast, which certainly won't hurt her cause. Also, her boobs are enormous, which I suppose means she's taken Joan's advice about accentuating her positives. A question about the gun leads to Pete telling her a creepy hunting fantasy; without going into the details, let's just say it makes him seem like and awfully good candidate for Profiler. The basic idea is that he'd love to gorily kill and gut a game animal, and then bring it to a woman (he does not mention his wife) in some secluded cabin who would cook it up for him, and he'd eat it while she watched. Somehow, this story is hitting Peggy right in the g-spot, as evidenced by her response of "That would be wonderful." Pete says he'll take a look at her copy, and Peggy, all hot and bothered, and quickly runs off to get a ham sandwich and a cherry Danish. Honey, if you're going to sublimate, at least wash that down with something from your boss's bar.