He would literally have tears in his eyes from laughing so hard, and this film didn't fit his usual bill of fare(a/k/a no John Wayne). Bill Murray, Carol Kane and most of the cast were total unknowns to him. He knew Robert Mitchum and John Forsythe, but his favorite part (and mine) was when Carol Kane, as the childlike yet vicious Ghost of Christmas present, beats the snot out of Bill Murray (the truth is painful, Frank), climaxing with "Oh look... It's a TOASTER!"
He would nearly go into convulsions at the line... "The bitch hit me with a toaster."
Dickens was never so enjoyable.