There are a lot of guys in Hollywood who clap you on the back just a little too hard.
Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
She was doing that thing some people do when they act nice and chipper and interested, while just below the surface they’re thinking really mean thoughts, and you can never call them on it because they’d just accuse you of being paranoid.
People come up to me and they're usually nice, but as it goes on you realise that some people aren't nice. Some people are not nice at all.
Ma was using her for-company voice. Sweet on the outside but with an underlying death threat.
I don't think I'll ever get to a place where I'm super kumbaya coming into an audition room.
In life, if you have an enthusiasm for what they call 'good manners,' sometimes people don't quite believe you. I've had that once or twice before, where they assume you can't be for real.
I have gotten a number of invitations to be on television shows as 'the dad,' but that was Kryptonite to me. I was like, 'This would be the death of me. I'll be a cesspool of niceness.' It doesn't feed me.
Having worked with some of the characters in football and having to be nice to them - and knowing your job depends on you having to be nice to them - just doesn't appeal to me.
