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.
We found that specialists did not know as much as we thought. So, you think maybe there are other answers. There are not but if you belief something will help you it probably will: it will help, not cure.