Professional Documents
Culture Documents
ISBN 978-0-307-88500-5
eISBN 978-0-307-88502-9
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
First Edition
F i n di ng Love, L augh s,
and Luc y in California
warmest smile I had ever seen. But I didn’t know what it would be
like to write a sitcom without Fred. I weighed the pros and cons. I
didn’t want to move back to New York and write for The Tonight
Show anymore. And I certainly didn’t have a future back at the Daily
News. So Fred and I talked. He said it was okay to stay in California
and find another writing partner. I said goodbye to Fred, and he
moved back to New York and got a job on The Jackie Gleason Show.
Joey hired me to keep writing scripts for him and paid me more
money. Milt Josefsberg took over as head writer on the show and
Milt liked me. So I was on my own in Hollywood, without a partner
but with a steady paycheck. Fred and I had been paid $300 a week,
which we split. After he left I got the entire $300. I tried writing
alone for a while, but I didn’t feel as productive. So I took $150 of
my money and hired two writers I liked to create a team. That’s
how Dale McRaven and Carl Kleinschmitt joined the staff of The
Joey Bishop Show. Dale was a hippie with a long black beard, so he
sort of stood out from the rest of us. Carl, on the other hand, was a
redneck political speechwriter who wrote for both Democrats and
Republicans.
After they’d been on the show for eleven weeks, Joey called me
into his office to ask me about Dale and Carl.
“Who are those two kids hanging around the writers’ table?” he
asked.
“McRaven and Kleinschmitt,” I said. “They help punch up the
show.”
“Who pays them?” he asked.
“I do,” I said.
“With what?”
“You give me three hundred dollars a week, and I pay them one
fifty of that money. It’s worth it because they make the show better.”
Joey said I didn’t have to pay them anymore and he would put
them on staff. But Dale’s long black beard still made Joey nervous.
“That kid looks like a hippie,” Joey said to me one day.
“He is a hippie. But he’s a good writer, too,” I said.
“Have him shave his beard,” said Joey.
At the next writers’ meeting I told Dale he had to shave his
mother joined a group called Mothers of the Stars and made fast
friends with Lucille Ball’s mother and Carol Burnett’s mother.
In December 1963, my wife gave birth to our first child, Lor-
raine Gay Marshall. The night before the baby was born I stayed
up writing a charity skit for Lucille Ball. I remember thinking that
now that I was going to be a father, I needed to step up the pace and
work harder than ever. I was responsible for a wife and a daughter,
and writing for Lucy seemed like the steady dad kind of job I should
have. But again you couldn’t just send in your résumé and get a job
on these shows. You had to prove yourself and be handpicked by
either the star or the producer. And luckily, Milt Josefsberg liked me
and was running Lucy’s show.
Milt had landed as head writer on The Lucy Show. Immediately
he called and asked if Jerry and I could write some episodes, and we
jumped at the chance. At the time we wrote for Lucille Ball, she was
divorced from Desi Arnaz and married to Gary Morton. Gary was
a comedian we had met before; he showed us his closet, in which he
had over a hundred pairs of shoes. I couldn’t imagine wanting or
needing that many shoes, but Gary acted like it was a dream come
true. When we wrote scripts for Lucy, she was funny and talented
but sometimes also difficult and hard to please. She was at a vulner-
able point in her career because she had never run a show without
Desi. So I think part of her wanted to appear tough, and the other
part was scared and ambivalent about being the boss. I was fortu-
nate that she remembered me.
“Garry, you’re the one who wrote that funny skit for me at the
Writers Guild charity event last year,” she said.
She was right. I wrote that script for no money because I hoped
the more I wrote for charity the more people would know my work
and hire me. My plan had clearly worked with Lucy. However, the
first script Jerry and I wrote for her didn’t go over as well. She wrote
on the front cover THIS IS SHIT and gave it right back to us. Jerry and
I were in shock. We had wanted to please Lucy and had ended up
offending her in some way. Milt told us not to worry. Sometimes
the pressure of running her own show made Lucy cranky. So we
rewrote the script with a fresh cover, and she liked the second draft.
streets of Palm Springs, I felt rejuvenated. That’s when I got the call
from Jerry.
“Garry, we sold a pilot,” he said.
“Hey Landlord! ” I asked.
“Yes. The network wants us to executive-produce it. Can you
come back?” he said.
“We’re packing up now,” I said.
So Barbara, Lori, and I headed back from Palm Springs to pro-
duce my first television series. Sheldon Leonard had told me that,
to be successful, Jerry and I needed to create our own series so we
could own a piece of it. Having our own show also allowed us to
give other people writing, producing, and directing jobs. It was a
watershed moment in my career because as one of the producers of
the show, I was allowed to hire myself as one of the directors, too. I
had never directed anything aside from my home movies, but I had
learned from watching others. Our first director on the show was
John Rich, a well-known television director who had done episodes
of everything from The Twilight Zone to Mr. Ed. John was one of my
early directing mentors. But he soon got another job, so we hired
Jerry Paris, who had been an actor and director on The Dick Van
Dyke Show. Jerry took me under his wing and taught me everything
he knew about directing.
Hey Landlord! starred Sandy Baron, Will Hutchins, and Michael
Constantine. The NBC series premiered in 1966, after it took us
more than a year to develop, write the scripts, and cast the show.
Hey Landlord! was about a young man from Ohio who inherits a
New York brownstone from his uncle, then shares it with a stand-up
comedian. To write the show we hired people we knew— Arnold
Margolin, Dale McRaven, Carl Kleinschmitt—and young actors,
Richard Dreyfuss and Rob Reiner, who was Carl’s son. We used
to see Rob hanging around the set of The Dick Van Dyke Show and
thought he was funny, in a dark and hippie comedic sort of way.
Once we were able to hire Quincy Jones to do the music for Hey
Landlord!, we were on top of the world.
With Danny Thomas and Sheldon Leonard as our producers,
we thought we had all the makings of a hit sitcom. While the scripts
were funny, Sandy and Will didn’t have the experience to carry a
whole show. Only Michael Constantine got big laughs, and his was
a small part. One night Will was appearing in a musical and Jerry
and I were supposed to attend to be supportive. But on our way out
the door our daughter pulled away from the babysitter and ran after
us. She fell and hit her eye on the front door, and we had to take her
to the hospital for stitches. When I called Jerry at intermission from
the emergency room to tell him our daughter had fallen and needed
stitches, he said, “You’re having more fun than me.” The show was
canceled after one year, but we didn’t regret getting our feet wet. It
was a lesson in how to be show runners, and Jerry and I had a lot
to learn. I found it similar to being the captain of a baseball team.
People’s feelings got hurt, but at the end of the day the buck stopped
with me and I was fine with it, or at least secure.
Then, the final ratings came out; we were ninety-ninth out of a
hundred shows. I clipped the ratings from the newspaper and kept
them in my wallet to remind myself that I had no place to go but up.
Failure wasn’t going to ruin my career just yet. It made me a little
sad and depressed, the same way I felt when Lucy wrote THIS IS SHIT
on our first script for her. But I knew from that experience there was
no need to dwell. We just had to write and rewrite something new.
Jerry and I next created a television movie called Evil Roy Slade,
the tale of a notoriously mean villain in the Wild West who tries to
give up his life of crime when he falls in love with a schoolteacher.
While Evil Roy Slade got a great review in Life magazine, we were
unable to sell it as a television pilot called Sheriff Who? Once again
we were at a crossroads. What should we do next?
We decided to write a few comedy specials for Danny Thomas’s
company. One was called The Road to Lebanon, and the other was
called It’s Greek to Me. When we handed in the specials Danny
wasn’t totally happy with them, and he asked for a lot of rewrit-
ing. Jerry and I were grumbling about the rewrites one day in the
writers’ room, where there were coffee and donuts. An old writer,
Harry Crane, heard us complaining. He came over, took my face
and Jerry’s face, and pushed them together.
“Look out the window, boys,” Harry said. “There are men
outside wearing hard hats. You could be outside wearing hard hats
and working in hundred-degree heat. Instead you’re inside with
air-conditioning, donuts, and coffee. So shut up. Do the rewrite and
stop complaining!”
Jerry and I exchanged a quick look of recognition and headed
right back to our typewriters.
My wife and I wanted to have another baby, but we were hav-
ing trouble getting pregnant. So we took our daughter, Lori, to Ohio
to stay with Barbara’s parents and we went to England and Ireland
for a month and came back pregnant. Europe gave us fertility. With
a second baby on the way, I felt the need to get back to work right
away, so Jerry and I moved into the movie business. If we could
produce a television series, we thought we could produce a movie,
too. How different could they be? The first movie we produced
was called How Sweet It Is! and starred James Garner and Debbie
Reynolds. The film was bankrolled by a company called National
General. It was a fluffy romantic comedy about a professional pho-
tographer who takes his wife and hippie son on a work assignment
in Paris. We hired Jerry Paris to direct.
There were so many differences between writing for a television
show and writing for a movie. We got paid $3,500 per episode for a
television script, and $75,000 for our movie script. When we wrote
for television we had to answer to producers and show runners. But
on How Sweet It Is! we were the writers as well as the producers,
so Jerry and I had to learn to step up and be bosses. On television
we worked during the day and worked late only on the nights we
shot the shows. On the movie, however, we seemed to be working
all day and night. The pace was tiring but also invigorating for us
creatively.
My wife gave birth to our second daughter, Kathleen Susan, on
December 16, 1967. On January 17, 1969, following the release of
How Sweet It Is! our son, Scott Anthony, was born. All three of our
kids were conceived in the late spring, typically hiatus time for tele-
vision, which makes sense because there isn’t a lot of time for mak-
ing babies during the regular season.
Jerry and I liked the experience on How Sweet It Is! even though
I was still proud of what we had done. I liked movies. The problem
was that making movies seemed like a bad fit for a dad. The kids
had events at school and activities after school that I was unable to
attend because I had to be on location. So my mind started drifting
back to television. Working as a television producer and show run-
ner seemed much better for a father of three.
In 1969 Jerry and I got a call from Paramount and ABC to
produce The Odd Couple for television. I remembered what Sheldon
Leonard had told me a few years earlier. “Write your own shows,
boys. That’s where the money is.” But Jerry had stomach problems,
and he didn’t like the idea of doing a weekly sitcom. He wanted to
pursue movies. Still, I convinced him that now that we both had
kids, television was where we wanted to be. So we became the pro-
ducers of The Odd Couple. It would mark the first sitcom hit of my
career as a producer. The day we reported for work we opened the
newspaper and found out that Neil Simon was furious that we were
making a television show of his play. It was not the best news to get
on your first day of a new show, particularly because we both idol-
ized Neil Simon.