[...] things most people do naturally are often inexplicably difficult for me.

My work is my work. I take my work seriously but I don't take myself too seriously.

I want to thank my parents for somehow raising me to have confidence that is disproportionate with my looks and abilities.

You transition as a mother from literally just pulling a booger out of that person's nose whenever you see one until at some point they assert: "No, I'm a person. You can't fix my underpants on the subway."

This made no sense to me, probably because I speak English and have never had a head injury.

Acting is really about showing up that day and telling the writers what you feel like saying.

As an improviser, I always find it jarring when I meet someone in real life whose first answer is no. “No, we can’t do that.” “No, that’s not in the budget.” “No, I will not hold your hand for a dollar.” What kind of way is that to live?