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Speaking for the network, gentlemen, we think it’s a beautiful package. I think this meeting today will go a long way toward reassuring Mr. Quentin that Frank Fane is just right for the pilot script.

I’m a business man, I deal in tile, paint, and things that become part of your home. So that anybody who stands up there on that television screen and says “I use QuentiPlak in my rumpus room,” that man has to stand for something.

Excuse me, gentlemen, what has this got to do with Mr. Fane as an actor?

Mr. Fane, as star of the series, is required to do Quentin Tile commercials. Part of the contract, clause six.

Oh, yeah. Of course.

That man has to stand for Quentin products. He has to be acceptable to two and a half million American people who will be saying “Come in, be a guest in my house.”

Well, I think Frankie Fane will be a welcomed in any house.

Well, now I’m not much of a movie goer, but Mrs. Quentin, my wife, she’s really big on that sort of thing, you know, theater. And she has very good taste.

You see, gentlemen, Mrs. Quentin has a very highly defined sense of what is saleable over TV. It was her idea to market QuentiPlak in pastel colors you recall.

I asked her, I said “Phyllis, would you want this Fane fellow in our home for a Saturday night party?” “Be a pleasure” she said, and I agreed. Now, Mr. Fane looks clean cut to me, isn’t one of those snotty little punks with too much hair they have on those other shows.

We need a man of this sort for promotion, a man that men will look at and say “He’s a man.” That’s a necessity.

A Mr. Kelly for Mr. Fane.

Tell him to leave a number. We’re in conference.

He says it’s urgent, extremely urgent.

I’ll take it in the outer office. You go ahead. I’ll catch up.

I don’t think we have to worry about Fane being a man. He looks like a real man.

Hell, he’s a man all right.