Paul busts into Peggy's office and lambastes her for putting her "little swirl" on top of his idea, "and every time we work together it looks like you carry the load, because you're spontaneous and you're a girl and you're his favorite and you use Aqua Net!" You might do better at balancing the scales if you could remain calm in a crisis, dude. Anyway, Peggy latches on to the part of his statement to which she's currently sensitive: "Are you nuts? He hates me." Aw. I don't think that's true -- she doesn't really know how poor her timing has been at approaching him this season -- but she certainly can present ample evidence with which to back up the idea. Regardless, Paul is not trying to hear that, and adds that being a girl won't help on Western Union, so she should do her work and he'll do his. "Let the chips fall where they may." He storms out as Peggy wonders what the hell Utz has to do with any of this.
Pryce has made it up to his office, and after Hooker brings Mrs. Pryce, who's clearly out of sorts and sniffly, a glass of water, his boss dismisses him, whereupon Mrs. Pryce remarks, "He's such a toad." Heh. Whether genuinely or to mollify his wife, Pryce agrees, but when he tries to get her to take a seat, she makes a grand show of refusing, prompting this weary reply: "Am I to entertain your ballad of dissatisfaction, or has something actually happened?" You may be interested to know that www.balladofdissatisfaction.com is available as a URL. Or it will be until I get up and grab my credit card, because should I start a blog I certainly don't think I could come up with a better title. Anyway, she starts into a tale of woe involving queuing up with fat women on her errand to pick up her gown and duplicitous cabbies who run up their fares and how she ended up having to stop at SC because she didn't have enough money to get to her destination, which leads into her accusing him of actually liking it in New York, even with "the smells and the noise and the criminals at every level!" Hope you don't stick around for the seventies, hon. After telling her how well the company is doing, Pryce asks if he can see the gown, but she's not done as she bemoans the fact that New York isn't London, or even England. Pryce replies that that's true: "I've been here ten months and no one's ever asked me where I went to school." From the way he seems to view this as a positive, I'm guessing he didn't go to Cambridge like MacEndrick did. On the other hand, he still has both his feet.