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.
In the supermarket, Betty is shopping when she catches sight of Helen and calls to her. Helen haltingly tells her that she wasn't going to say anything, but she found the lock of hair that Betty gave her son Glen. Betty eventually cops to it, and Helen basically tells her that she's a freak, prompting Betty to slap her and leave the store posthaste. No one in the market utters a "Meeeeooooowwww!" sound, which is severely disappointing. Helen looks flabbergasted, which seems about right.
Roger and Don are out having a lunch of oysters, cheesecake, and numerous martinis, and if I didn't know any better, I'd think they're preparing for an encounter that would make Salvatore positively livid with jealousy. Roger is basically baiting Don to keep up with him, and Don is very much up for the challenge. Later, they drunkenly gossip about Desi Arnaz and Lucille Ball, and Roger says he likes redheads (er, no kidding): "Their mouths are like a drop of strawberry jam in a glass of milk." Don mushmouths that he doesn't like milk and hates cows, but given what's to come, I think maybe he's putting it on a little bit. He gets Roger to agree to one more, and Roger insinuates that that would be a mistake on Don's part, but he's game nonetheless. You guys, just play Hour of Power and get it over with.