I wonder who was more high on Mad Men: the writers or the characters?
Carey Mulligan + Oscar Isaac
You’re my Impossible Girl. How many times have you saved me, Clara? Just this once, just for the hell of it, let me save you!
Fine. You win.
Win the prize for the smuggest bitch in the world.
—Doctor, explain. What is that?
—The tracks of my tears.
“Nothing bad is gonna happen now.”
I have to leave in a little more than an hour for the Night at the Museum (I’m presenting one of the painting tonight) and I still have no idea what to wear and I really need to take a shower.
I’m just exhausted I need to sleep. It’s gonna be a long night.
It’s not just any fanger - This is Eric fucking Northman, who’s fucking ancient and stupid powerful and can kill all of us.