...and his mood doesn't improve when Harry and Stan both call to him from the break room about the great party. Don heads on, but we stay with these two so they can tell us about how they couldn't sleep thinking about Megan. Harry gets explicit about how he would have banged the shit out of her, and it's not like I believe in reality he'd have the slightest idea what to do with her, but this is all so she can appear behind him at just the wrong moment. Stan's eyes go hilariously wide, and he does greet her, but when Harry assumes he's joking and goes on about her heels on his shoulders, Stan eggs him on until Megan has heard enough and stomps past him to get whatever she came in for. When she's gone, Stan doubles over laughing, making us twins, and even after Harry punches him in the arm, Stan keeps positively cackling straight into the commercial break. And who can blame him?
Pryce is back at his desk when his secretary buzzes that the owner of the wallet is returning his call. But it's actually Delores and her New York accent, and she says that she's calling on behalf of the owner "Alex," and that she's his "girl." Pryce assumes (or appears to assume for her benefit) that she means she's Alex's secretary, but no -- she clarifies that she's "like his wife, but I can't call myself that." Mm-hmm. Crystal clear. Anyway, Pryce is looking titillated by this whole conversation, and I hope I need not consume space telling you how I feel about that, but to be fair, the woman kind of flirts with flirting herself at one or two points in the conversation. However, when Pryce offers to hand-deliver the wallet, Dolores takes a long moment and decides that that might not be proper. They eventually agree that she'll drop by the office, and after they hang up, Pryce takes out the photo again and stares at it with a goofy smile. That wasn't quite as undignified as Harry, Pryce, but you're still making me sad.