Rachel Green: — So, like, you guys all have jobs?
Monica Geller: — Yeah, we all have jobs. See, that's how we buy stuff.
Joey Tribbiani: — Yeah, I'm an actor.
Rachel Green: — Wow. Would I have seen you in anything?
Joey Tribbiani: — Oh, I doubt it. Mostly regional work.
Monica Geller: — Unless you happened to catch the Wee One's production of Pinocchio.
Chandler Bing: — "Look, Geppeto. I'm a real live boy."
Joey Tribbiani: — I will not take this abuse.
Chandler Bing: — You're right. I'm sorry. Once I was a wooden boy, A little wooden boy...
I won't quit until I get run over by a truck, a producer or a critic.
— That was two years ago, and that guy's an idiot!
— They can't all be idiots. You argue with everybody! You've got one of the worst reputations in this town. Nobody will hire you.
— Are you saying that nobody in New York will work with me?
— Nobody in Hollywood will either. I can't even get you a commercial. You played a tomato, and they went over schedule because you wouldn't sit.
— Yes, it wasn't logical.
— You were a tomato! A tomato doesn't have logic. It can't move!
— So if he can't move, how's he going to sit down? I was a stand-up tomato. A juicy, sexy, beefsteak tomato! Nobody does vegetables like me! I did vegetables off-Broadway! I did the best tomato, the best cucumber! I did an endive salad that knocked the critics on their ass!
It's the actor's job to avoid impediments to their performance.
I learned early on to stay away from gossip magazines and reviews. That stuff just makes you unhappy, and I know actors that read everything that's written about them and they're miserable. You can choose what to let into your life.
A lot of people think theatre must be much harder work than film, but anything histrionic or superfluous gets seen on camera so you have to work to distil it into a complete sense of what's true.