Some Quotations to Help You with Your Life

“There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz SL500.”—Frank Sinatra

“It isn't premarital sex if you have no intention of getting married.”—George Burns
 
“My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch.”—Jack Nicholson
 
“Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is.”—Barbara Bush
 
“Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.”—Gore Vidal
 
“The trouble with honest people is that they're cowards.”—Voltaire
 
“Believe me, Vicomte, people rarely acquire the qualities they can dispense with.”—Pierre Choderlos de Laclos
 
“Honestly, I don't understand why people get so worked up about a little murder!”―Patricia Highsmith
 
“You don't appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older. Little things like being spanked every day by a middle-aged woman. Stuff you pay good money for later in life.”—Bob Hope
 
“If you are afraid of loneliness, do not marry.”—Chekhov
 
“I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”―Scott Fitzgerald
 
“I would give all I possess to get out of myself; but somehow, at the end, I find myself so vastly more interesting than nine tenths of the people I meet.”―Henry James


Robert MacLean is an independent filmmaker. His The Light Touch is on Amazon PrimeTubi and Scanbox, and his 7-minute comedy is an out-loud laugh. He is also a novelist, a playwright, a blogger, a YouTuber, a film reviewer, a literary critic, and a stand-up comic poet. Born Toronto, PhD McGill, taught at Canadian universities, too cold, live Greece, Irish citizen. Committed to making movies that don't matter. No brains, but an intellectual snob.


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Political correctness killed comedy, said Mel Brooks. We’re back.

John Cleese will costar in this comedy series about an American gigolo, based on these books, themselves inspired by PG Wodehouse: Toby’s keeper has a 9-year-old daughter who’s smarter than he is—his Jeeves.
When Maurice Chevalier died, Lawrence Durrell spoke of his “tender insolence.” That’s Toby.
To quote Dan Reardon,
Packaging this with talent could be a 
snap - the material is that good. 
Just check out the deck.

I am not officially attached to this project but I am close with the writer and know his counterpart well. Bernie and Robert have asked me to come on board and get this done. 

Hope you like it as much as I do.   
And to quote Bernie Stampfer, “Don't be shocked. Toby is not exactly politically correct. Think Californication and you get the idea.”
Gentlemen, I’m telling you for your own good, so you won’t feel left out when it hits.
Bernie and I have 19 one-hour scripts for two seasons, and infinitely extendable; Dan’s colleagues in Greece; the best production manager in Athens; and an up-front and bankable 40% of our budget.
A footnotePeter Bogdanovich, whose daughter was in my last film, was to direct one of these when they were still features, though he was less interested in directing than in playing the role we now have Cleese in. On 5 January 22 he wrote me:
Hi, Robert --

I'm doing well. Thank you for checking in. How are you doing?? I hope you had a great Christmas and New Year. 

Thanks again for your kind words.
All the best,
Peter
That night he died. I miss him.
And on that sad note, let me say that I’d be delighted to have you look at this.
Kindest regards and best wishes,
Bob

The Many Loves of Toby Tucker
Trials of a Gigolo: A Series
Toby travels with rich blonde
bubble-head 
He's got it made, except
that her 9-year-old
daughter Andrea
is smarter than
he is.

Based on the books and the videos

and with a gorgeous assessment by one's favorite financier!

                   European pleasure zones
               +  lazy useless American gigolo
               =  Toby, a lovable cad
Toby is irrepressible and irredeemable, a delightful comic creation whose most exasperating quality is also his most endearing: the more we get to know him the less we expect from him.
                        The Montreal Gazette
It starts in New York, where he slides from Park Avenue kept man to escort service to vagrant
—and escapes to Greece to teach English (Dog, cat, cow, what's to know?”), where he is talked into co-hosting a Fat Girls Contest, falls for one of the contestants, and is thrown in jail. 
Danish tour guide Swan, one of his students, springs him so he can take the English-speakers off her hands. What's to know? But he and his group are marooned on a deserted beach
—and he forms an attachment with a client, who might be able to support him, but decides against going back to America with her when one of his New York ladies shows up and takes him to Geneva. 
Tired of walking her dogs, he returns to Athens and guides another tour. This time he’s sure he’s going back with a professor—so cultured, so sensitive.
“You will do no such thing,” says an old baroness from his New York days. “Do you know how much a professor makes? I hope you like fast food.” 
“Whew! I hate decisions. They compromise my passivity.”
She takes him to an island—and dies in bed with him. What to do but cash in her cards, write himself a check and hang around waiting for it to clear?
The owner of their hotel, long in mourning herself, despises him for his frivolity, but when a developer threatens to foreclose on her mortgage Toby, who gives nary a poopoo, slides him a stack of cash. “And here’s a little something for yourself. Get something decent to wear or something.”
She weeps. So much for mourning. But when the developer dies “accidentally” his widow, who holds mortgages on the hotel and on several island properties, buys Toby from her. It's a sad moment but—life is life.
As they’re boarding the ferry, however, Marcie Harding, Park Avenue widow cum dumb blonde who has loved him since ever, gets off and has a knock-down-drag-out with the new owner, while he boards and watches, till Marcie downs her and makes the boat. “I was rooting for you,” he says.

She kidnaps him into a life of fun and luxury—except for “the child,” her nine-year-old daughter, an evil genius and smarter than both of them put together.
She disapproves of this “A-word.” “What's an A-word?” “You told me not to say asshole.” Andrea! And except for Marcie’s father-in-law and purse-holder, Hazelton Turnbull “Hard Turd” Harding IV, who loathes this freeloader, and considers having him killed.
Toby accidentally sits on, or rather into, a painting Haze is bidding on and bursts it. It's not his fault!
And when Haze tries to have himself adopted by an old count to acquire the title, Toby screws it up by sleeping with the countess.
Haze manages to separate him from Marcie and arrange her marriage to an English lord, and Toby is groped by the gay family ghost. But Andrea, reluctantly—“What a poop-head!”—sorts things out.
It never ends.
As charming as Cary,
as seductive as Marcello,
as cheeky as Hamlet, 
as klutzy as Lucy,
as wimpy as Woody,
as gullible as Goofy
and outrageously funny,
impossibly funny!

THE BOOKS:

Toby Moments on YouTube:

Jaws
Shoot the Baby
In bed with the Girls
Trying It On
 
Toby Gets Un-Stupid
The Tipping Point
Champagne and Ice Cream
On the blog:
Toby's Marriage Tips for Men
The Child in Its Swiss Classroom
The Child Annoys Me, and I Annoy It Back

On Amazon:

Toby Moments: The Book


Robert MacLean is a bad poet and an independent filmmaker. His The Light Touch is on Amazon PrimeTubi and Scanbox, and his 7-minute comedy is an out-loud laugh. He is also a screamingly funny novelist, a playwright, a blogger, a YouTuber, a reviewer of films, a literary critic, and a stand-up comic poet. Born Toronto, PhD McGill, taught at Canadian universities, too cold, live Greece, Irish citizen. Committed to making movies that don't matter. No brains, but an intellectual snob.


The worst vice of the fanatic is his sincerity.”—Oscar Wilde

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