Don Draper cues slide: “Black people. In the suburbs. Every one of them black.
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Date: October 7th, 2022 2:00 PM Author: Mind-boggling citrine kitchen
Pete Campbell anxiously notes the clients' horrified faces. "Tell them about the hair, Don." He looks at the clients, a terrified grin plastered to his face. "Frizzy hair, right, Don?" There is silence in the room.
"I mean this is just a working --"
"BLACK," Don shouts. "EVERYONE. BLACK."
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Date: October 7th, 2022 2:18 PM Author: Mauve lodge
Don: “I can tell you’re skeptical. But let me ask you, Jim. You’ve got two daughters—“
Roger: “Don’t go there, Don.”
Pete: “Come on, Don we talked about—“
Don: “Two daughters, right?”
Jim: “Yes, two.”
Don: “How many grandkids you got, Jim?”
[Roger downs the rest of his bourbon, gets up to make another]
Jim: “None. I don’t really see the point-“
Don: “How about you, Hank? Your daughter’s what, 32? 33?”
Hank: “She’ll be 38 in December.”
Pete: “Can I get anyone else a drink?”
Don: You see gentlemen, my point is a simple one. Who’s going to buy your burgers when there’s no white people left in the suburbs? We’re being outbred. It’s a numbers game, so let’s play.”
Jim: “It’s a numbers game, so let’s play…. Wow, I like it. Edgy. Strikes a chord with this new generation.”
[Roger rolls his eyes as Pete’s shocked expression turns to a reserved and hopeful smile]
Hank: “I love it. We’re in. Where do we get the blacks?”
Don: “Let us take care of that.”
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