MisteRogers' Neighborhood1968

Robert Redgate:
This is about one of your products...

W. I. Norton Donovan:
We pay you to sell it on television, not to ask questions about it.

Lady Aberlin:
You don't pay ME to sell it, W.I. Norton Donovan, I make real sweaters and I've never known one to come out a can.

W. I. Norton Donovan:
How about a bottle?

Lady Aberlin:
Not a bottle either. It takes time to make sweaters. And your Spray Sweater is a fraud!

W. I. Norton Donovan:
How dare you. These cans are selling very well.

Lady Aberlin:
[singing] But there's nothing in this can/ No, there's nothing in these cans to make a sweater/ No needles. No yarn. No skill of any kind to make a sweater/ No heart/ No, no spray can can make a sweater/ All that's in these cans is just plain air/ All that's in these cans is just plain air/ All that's in these cans/ All that's in these cans/ All that's in these cans is just plain air! So there!

W. I. Norton Donovan:
[singing] Hee-hee. Hee-hee. It's our company's little joke/ And you were the first to find it out/Hee-hee. Hee-hee/It's our company's little joke/And you were the first...

Robert Redgate:
Bubblewitness news is always the first.