"Are you going to start that again?"
"Jake, that varsity cheer-leader is turning everything into a clam-bake. He's so busy playing the genius routine he's tuned in on dead air. Next Sunday's his last show. I'm taking over after the first of the year."
"Directing?"
Bacon nodded. "I'm from radio," he said bitterly. "I'm not supposed to know anything about the theater. TV's one of the Mysteries, and I don't know the pass-words. That's the line these Johnny-Come-Lately fags in TV are handing out. If you haven't got talent, turn the business into a secret fraternity so real talent can't get in. Well, the old man from radio is coming out of his cave."
"Does Blinky know?"
"He'll be notified. I got the agency on the horn this morning. Avery Borden's with me. How about you?"
"What have I got to do with it?"
"Between us we own half the show. If it comes to a Mexican stand-off with Blinky, we can swing the vote with Avery in our corner."
"I'm not ready to hassle about that yet, Ned. I've got something more important to worry about."
"This is important."