
Bill Murray is famously eccentric, which often manifests itself in awesome ways, like him singing karaoke with strangers or showing up at random house parties and doing the dishes. Other times, it comes out in less awesome ways, like him having the Ghostbusters 3 script for three months and refusing to read it even though he gets asked about it every three days. Murray was on Howard Stern this morning to promote the DVD release of Get Low, and provided our latest update on the project.

Howard Stern: Is it true that there is a Ghostbusters 3 and that you’re the problem and you will not sign off on this? Do you know about this?
Bill Murray: Yeah, I guess I’m the problem. Before I was an asset, [but] now I’m a problem. There’s a script somewhere [on my desk], but I haven’t read it yet.
HS: Why haven’t you read it? Is it because you think it’s a bullsh*t idea? In other words, Ghostbusters has had its time and you did a remarkable job with that and you’ve moved on?
BM: There’s a little bit of that. I only made one sequel
and it was Ghostbusters 2 and it didn’t end up the way it was presented.
Murray either forgets or purposely blocks out his work on Garfield: A Tale of Two Kitties. Just as an aside here, in a GQ profile from last year, Murray tells a cute story about how he did Garfield because he mistook the guy who wrote it, Joel Cohen, for Joel Coen of the Coen brothers (it might shock you to learn that there are multiple guys named Joel Cohen working in Hollywood). In both cases he seems genuinely unaware that there was a sequel, and that he was in it. Anyway…
[still talking Ghostbusters 2] About five years after we did the first one, the clever agents got us all together in a room and… we really are funny together, I mean they are funny people – Harold [Ramis] and Danny [Aykroyd] and myself, with Ivan [Reitman] and maybe one or two other people. We were just blindingly funny for about an hour or so and the agents, there was just foam coming off of them. [Ewwww.... -Ed.]
They had this pitch and Danny and Harold had concocted some story ideas… and it was a story, it was good story. I think I had even read one or two [scripts for Ghostbusters 2] that Danny had rolled out beforehand, but this one was a good one. I said, “Ok, we can do that one.”
It was just kind of fun to have all of us together… I mean [Rick] Moranis, Annie [Potts] – these people are just sterling people to begin with.
HS: So how do you go back and really make another? Does Ivan want to make [Ghostbusters 3]?
BM: Yeah, Ivan wants to make it and I… I owe him, ya know. He’s puzzled that I haven’t gotten to this one.
HS: How long has it been sitting on your desk, this script for Ghostbusters?
BM: Well, it may not be on the desk – it’s over there somewhere. How long? I don’t know. [Almost three months now, by my count. -Ed]
BM: I’ll get to it… I gotta get to it – I feel bad. I got a message and I think people – I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings – it’s not the foremost thing in my mind, so I don’t think about it. [Screenrant has the rest]
And if you think that’s wild, you should’ve seen when Howard got Bill on the Sybian. Mee-yow. Anyway, I love Bill Murray, but at a certain point, not reading the script stops being cool in an I-care-about-my-art sort of way, and gets into I-don’t-own-a-TV-for-the-sole-purpose-of-telling-people-I-don’t-own-a-TV territory. Shit or get off the pot, Bill, and I feel strange saying that to someone who I just referred to numerous times as “BM.”



Just toss a few more Baby Ruths into the pool…he’ll read it.
He owes Ivan because he didn’t punch him in the throat halfway through G2′s and tell him how fucking stupid it was becoming.
Banner pic: So the fucker won’t read GB3 script, but jumped right in for “Live Action South Park” as Mr. Hanky???
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Shit poop crap feces cornlog dook turd Mythbuster-polishing-gig doody plop plop fizz fizz African seconds.
Maybe Bill Murray saw the interview with Harold Ramis saying he wants Ashton Kutcher in Ghostbusters 3. In that case, burn that sucker, Bill.
I like to imagine Bill Murray spending several hours standing in a Spencer’s store pretending to be a life size Bill Murray cardboard cutout that speaks to people when they get close. “Back off, man. I’m a scientist”, he’d say.
One time at a campsite I sidled into the outhouse to lighten my load. Imagine my surprise when I settle in and from down below someone begins tonguing my asshole! There’s Bill Murray who just smiled and said no one will ever believe you…
Guess again Bill, everyone fucking believes me.
Off topic: I went to the post office during my lunch break to mail a moderately important letter. When I get in line, there is a George-Costanza-esque guy talking to this old lady in front of him in line. He turns around and informs me, “There was a guy in line behind me, but he had to go get some medicine real quick and doesn’t want to lose his place, ok?
I nodded because there was no one in line behind me and I welcomed the barrier between myself and Georgie Porgie’s stupid rambling.
Well, sure enough, Medicine Guy comes in like 3 seconds after Georgie “verbally held his spot”. Aside from his dick hipster hat, the guy seemed ok. Well, until HE joins in the conversation with with Georgie and Old Woman.
The conversation flowed as follows: Georgie was there because his friend from England was sending him a jacket. He explains to old lady he can get things cheaper in Europe (euro exchange, blah blah blah), kinda like buying from China (Georgie is a self-segue-setting up-grand master).
Taking the easy bait, Old Lady asks if Georgie has been to China! NOT ONLY THAT! Georgie LIVED IN CHINA FOR 6 MONTHS! Apparently the Chinese are REALLY keen on Pop Tarts, by the way. Oh! Medicine guy thinks it’s funny that Chinese people like pop tarts! Old Lady remembers Pop Tarts before they even had icing on them! SHE DOESN’T LIKE THE ICING!
I tune out for a few minutes to preserve my sanity, and when I tune back in Old Lady is spouting some horseshit about how women in China don’t have to take their husbands name in marriage, and that China is seemingly much more advanced than the United States when it comes to “womens lib issues”.
That is when Georgie chimes in that is is due to the religion in China, blah blah blah, segue for Georgie’s horse crap about religion in Europe, I am trying to stay as tuned out as humanly fucking possible, but it gets to the point where Old Lady is so distracted by the crap that the post office worker has to yell at her to turn around and realize she is next in line.
It doesn’t stop there, either, Georgie literally has to turn around WHILE HE IS SIGNING FOR HIS JACKET to finish his last quip to medicine Guy about the prevalence of religion in the society of “Barvaria”.
My turn finally came, and I was promptly done with my transaction in about 45 seconds. As I left, Georgie was trying on his new jacket, and it was too tight because he’s a stupid short little fucking retarded lard ass.
Bravo Fek
The Mighty Feklahr was just glad to make it through a post without a fecal matter innuendo.
One time, when things weren’t going so well for me, I was stumbling home drunk from a bar through the Tenderloin in SF. I was lonely, so I found some latina crackhead-lookin’ chick who was obviously a hooker. I told her all I had was $26 and would that be enough for a BJ. She said yeah, so we went around the corner and got started.
I’m so drunk nothing is happening…so I somehow convince her to escalate this to sex. As she lifts up her dress, her huge cock drops out of her panties. After I pick my jaw up off the ground, I sober up immediately and look this crackhead in the eye. She has a razor to my throat and tells me to go through with it or she cuts me.
Now, I’m a big guy. But I’m no Steven Seagal, so I start to sobbingly go through with it. I finally finish and lean over to pull up my pants. When I came back up, the crackhead was now Bill Murray. He said “Nobody will ever believe you.” And ran off.
So how long has he been using that tagline? Because now I’m wondering if Father Murray back in my altar boy days wasn’t really Bill Murray too.
I’ve been looking for a convincing Bill Murray mask for ages. Finding consensual sex partners when I visit friends in Brooklyn is getting tedious, and it appears a precedent has been set.
This is my Bill Murray experience in fall of 2006. Ran a restaurant and bar in Manhattan Kansas. Brian Doyle Murray’s wife? was getting her DVM at the university and Bill would come to town from time to time and they’d all go out. Big Texas Longhorn game that weekend and Bill, Brian, and Brian’s girl came in at 10:30 to have drinks. I asked if they wanted a table out of the way because the bar is right in the main entrance and that idea was roundly dismissed. Five minutes later a half-drunk kid wearing the Charlie Brown t-shirt walks up to Brian Doyle and starts in on him about hime being Bill Murray. Bill stood right behind his brother laughing his tail off during the back and forth debate. Finally Brian grabs the kid by the collar and says,”Look kid, I know my own fuckin’ name and it’s not Bill Murray!” Bill was dying laughing. They finished their drinks and left. I later found the kid and explained to him is mistake. He thought I was making fun of him at first but finally got it when I told him to brag to his friends, who have all laughed at Bill Murray, that he was the one who had Bill rolling. Drunk kid was proud.
Am I alone in thinking a Bill Murray driven “Forrest Gump” parody needed to happen, like, 10 years ago?