Stiller nervously got on the phone. "She's like, 'Hey, hi,'" he recalled. "I'm like, 'Hi.' She said, 'Where are you calling from?' And I don't know where this came from but I said, 'London.'... I was in the Valley but I thought it would sound like I was a jet-setter or make me sound more impressive or something. And she's like, 'Oh, London, wow. What are you doing there?' I tried to think of something British so I said, 'I'm being measured for a wax figure at Madame Tusseaud's.' Then she goes, 'Oh, well how's Renaldo?' -- the master waxman, Renaldo. I'm like, 'He's not doing me. Chuck is doing me...' Then she's like, 'Where are you staying?' I'm like, 'The Ritz!' -- that sounds British...
"Then we started talking about the part... And then she gets beeped and she goes, 'Oh, I'm sorry, that's my husband. Can I call you right back? I'll call you at the Ritz.' So I panicked and I blew up and I said, 'You know what, Barbra? I don't have time to talk to you all day about whether you want to do this! Now either you're in or you're out! Get back to me!' And I hung up."
The result? "It worked. And now I think if you ever want someone to do something, just blow up -- and tell them you're in a foreign country!"