If a guest on his show got big laughs, Toby would exclaim, “You’re great! I want you on this show every week.” He would look over at the producer and say, “You hear me?” and the producer would know that the actor was never to appear on the show again.
Toby was a mass of contradictions. He was jealous of the success of other comics, yet the following happened. One day as Toby was leaving his rehearsal stage, he passed the dressing room of an old-time comedy star, Vinnie Turkel, whose career had long since gone downhill. Vinnie had been hired to do his first dramatic part, in a live television play. He hoped that it would mean a comeback for him. Now, as Toby looked into the dressing room, he saw Vinnie on the couch, drunk. The director of the show came by and said to Toby, “Let him be, Toby. He’s finished.”
“What happened?”
“Well, you know Vinnie’s trademark has always been his high, quavery voice. We started rehearsing and every time Vinnie opened his mouth and tried to be serious, everyone began to laugh. It destroyed the old guy.”
“He was counting on this part, wasn’t he?” Toby asked.
The director shrugged. “Every actor counts on every part.”
Toby took Vinnie Turkel home with him and stayed with the old comedy star, sobering him up. “This is the best role you’ve ever had in your life. Are you gonna blow it?”
Vinnie shook his head, miserable. “I’ve already blown it, Toby. I can’t cut it.”
“Who says you can’t?” Toby demanded. “You can play that part better than anyone in the world.”
The old man shook his head. “They laughed at me.”
“Sure they did. And do you know why? Because you’ve made them laugh all your life. They expected you to be funny. But if you keep going, you’ll win them over. You’ll kill them.”
He spent the rest of the afternoon restoring Vinnie Turkel’s confidence. That evening, Toby telephoned the director at home. “Turkel’s all right now,” Toby said. “You have nothing to worry about.”
“I know I haven’t,” the director retorted. “I’ve replaced him.”
“Un-replace him,” Toby said. “You’ve got to give him a shot.”
“I can’t take the chance, Toby. He’ll get drunk again and—”
“Tell you what I’ll do,” Toby offered. “Keep him in. If you still don’t want him after dress rehearsal, I’ll take over his part and do it for nothing.”
There was a pause, and the director said, “Hey! Are you serious?”
“You bet your ass.”
“It’s a deal,” the director said quickly. “Tell Vinnie to be at rehearsal at nine o’clock tomorrow morning.”
When the show went on the air, it was the hit of the season. And it was Vinnie Turkel whose performance the critics singled out. He won every prize that television had to offer and a new career opened up for him as a dramatic actor. When he sent Toby an expensive gift to show his appreciation, Toby returned it with a note. “I didn’t do it, you did.” That was Toby Temple.
A few months later, Toby signed Vinnie Turkel to do a sketch in his show. Vinnie stepped on one of Toby’s laugh lines and from that moment on, Toby gave him wrong cues, killed his jokes and humiliated him in front of forty million people.
That was Toby Temple, too.
Someone asked O’Hanlon what Toby Temple was really like, and O’Hanlon replied, “Do you remember the picture where Charlie Chaplin meets the millionaire? When the millionaire is drunk, he’s Chaplin’s buddy. When he’s sober, he throws him out on his ass. That’s Toby Temple, only without the liquor.”
Once during a meeting with the heads of a network, one of the junior executives hardly said a word. Later, Toby said to Clifton Lawrence, “I don’t think he liked me.”
“Who?”
“The kid at the meeting.”
“What do you care? He’s a thirty-second Assistant Nobody.”
“He didn’t say a word to me,” Toby brooded. “He really doesn’t like me.”
Toby was so upset that Clifton Lawrence had to track down the young executive. He called the bewildered man in the middle of the night and said, “Do you have anything against Toby Temple?”