I look like a quarry someone has dynamited.
Audiences like to see the bad guys get their comeuppance.
I guess I look like a rock quarry that someone has dynamited.
I look like the kind of guy who has a bottle of beer in my hand.
I don't look like someone who leans on a mantelpiece with a cocktail in my hand, you know.
I don't have friends, I have thousands of acquaintances. No friends. I figured I had a wife and children.
Maybe I'm too masculine. Casting directors cast in their own, or an idealized image. Maybe I don't look like anybody's ideal.
I wouldn't tell Jill how I felt. I behaved in such a way that was opposite to how I felt. I must have seemed strong to her. I didn't want to bring her down.
What kind of man would I have been if I had not been there to help her? I felt along with her - not the physical pain, of course, but all her mental anguish. You can't be detached.
I felt along with her - not the physical pain, of course, but all her mental anguish. You can't be detached. She needed to have someone who understood what was happening in her mind.