I got a call from my agent, who said, “Read this script. Bill Murray’s committed to it.” I thought it had great possibilities, but I wasn’t sure. My agent called back and said, “Bill Murray wants to meet you. He’ll be at your house around nine o’clock.” I said, “Okay…” It’s nine o’clock, nine- thirty, ten o’clock, ten- thirty… No, Bill Murray. I said, “Fuck this.” Just as I’m about to go to bed the gate bell rings. It’s Bill. He said, “I gotta see ya. Let me in, please.” I let him in and he just started talking about everything that had nothing to do with the screenplay. Like there wasn’t even a movie. He was totally charming and funny and delightful. We had a couple of drinks and a hit on a joint or something. He said, “Where’s Lauren?” I said, “She’s sleeping.” I went to the bathroom and the next thing I hear is Lauren yelling upstairs. Bill had gone upstairs to the bedroom to wake her up… I just fell in love with this crazy guy. It was like that making the movie. He was just an amazing, talented genius, for whom stuff came out of nowhere.
Bill Murray won’t be hearing no Christmas Carol like that.