Firth - all dodgy 'tache and frantic eyebrows - has got the sexual allure of a man who runs a swingers' club in Surbiton.
I don't make people bend over backwards, and I don't like that in people. I am definitely no diva.
I was born with a happy heart, and I try to keep a good attitude. It's not true that I'm happy all the time because nobody is, and we all go through our things.
I make jokes about it, but it's the truth that I kind of patterned my look after the town tramp. I didn't know what she was, just this woman who was blond and piled her hair up, wore high heels and tight skirts, and, boy, she was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. Momma used to say, "Aw, she's just trash," and I thought, That's what I want to be when I grow up. Trash.
Oh, I can spot a phoney a mile away.
A lot of people have said I'd have probably done better in my career if I hadn't looked so cheap and gaudy. But I dress to be comfortable for me, and you shouldn't be blamed because you want to look pretty.
You can do anything you want to do as long as you keep a good attitude and keep working at it. But the second you give up, you’re screwed.
Even the impossible becomes possible through devotion.
It is from the graves and ruins and rubbish-heaps of Egypt that writings have been restored to us in great numbers.
When you are shooting with a robot you can't improvise. You can't really. . . the script is kind of the script.
The fact remains that we have an obligation to discover what we really, really, really want to do (which is probably what we do best) and then do it even better. . . much better.