Most of my friends are male. Men are more fun.
I like men who are intelligent and sensitive.
Men cheat for the same reason that dogs lick their balls... because they can.
I was a bit odd as a kid, because there were so little outlets for me. There was no theatre except for the odd community theatre and school shows. The only movie theatre was at the Canadian Forces Base nearby in Comox, so it either showed kiddie flic...
I attract a different kind of boy when my hair's red. I get more quality men - like a more thoughtful, nerdy dude.
When I'm an old lady, I'm going to have my pick of the young men. They'll be like, 'She's Miss Mary Jane!' The young boys will think I'm a hot old lady.
I like green or brown eyes. Tall but not overwhelmingly so. I like men who do yoga and meditate.
That said, we don't approach these improvements as only a surface aesthetic. The producers and we think that these men are helped with their inner needs when they pay attention to their externals.
Most men have always wanted as much as they could get; and possession has always blunted the fine edge of their altruism.
I like men who are more in their heads.
The clever men at Oxford, know all that there is to be knowed. But they none of them know one half as much, as intelligent Mr. Toad.
If you want to give up the admiration of thousands of men for the distain of one, go ahead, get married.
I especially don't want men coming up to me and asking if sexism still exists. It's like, I'm seriously gonna barf a McDonald's salad on the next person to do that.
I feel grateful that the person I end up working with a lot is Paul Rudd. He's a prince among men, and so talented, and generous, and effortless.
I'm always saying I won't get involved with an actor again, but then I realize how silly that is. The men I meet most often are actors.
Theatre is an exclusive place that tends to be dominated by white men, or dying white men.
All men hate the nagging.
Men are like lions. We hunt.
Boys will be boys, and so will a lot of middle-aged men.
Men are not punished for their sins, but by them.
In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unless someone explains it to you.
