Dammit, women never make passes at me at hip, counterculture indie film viewings. What am I doing wrong?

The complimentary pastry thingies on the table are danishes. I would so have been scarfing them.

The ancient couple and the pears thing is hypothesized to be about privacy, and symbolic of Don's obsession with it. Eventually you become someone who won't even tell your pear-obsessed spouse if you bought the pears or not, because, you know, that's like PRIVATE. Or something.

"WHY WOULD I DO THAT AFTER WARHOL?!" Cue police whistles.