In every way that counted, I was dead. Inside somewhere maybe I was screaming and weeping and howling like an animal, but that was another person deep inside, another person who had no access to the lips and face and mouth and head, so on the surface I just shrugged and smile and kept moving. If I could have physically passed away, just let it all go, like that, without doing anything, stepped out of life as easily as walking through a door I would have done. But I was going to sleep at night and waking in the morning, disappointed to be there and resigned to existence.

Every time you walk down the street people are screaming 'You're fired!'

I get along very well with the cast of '30 Rock.' I guess I bring a certain quirkiness to the show as well. I'm just thankful they keep asking me. I didn't think I was going to be asked back so every time they say 'We want you back ' I'm screaming. I'm jumping up and down and screaming.

You know those movies where the people in the audience are screaming 'Don't go in that door!' because you know the killer is there? Well it is the same thing with this debt. We know how this ends.

I read somewhere that Mitt and I have a 'storybook marriage.' Well in the storybooks I read there were never long long rainy winter afternoons in a house with five boys screaming at once. And those storybooks never seemed to have chapters called MS or breast cancer.

The coolest thing and I have it at home is a huge Hulk Hogan normal-sized pinball machine. When people come over they play it for hours. When you hit the bumpers and the bells ring it goes 'Oh yeah!' The whole time you're playing this machine it's yelling and screaming at you 'What you gonna do brother?!' I think that's the coolest.

Normal people have an incredible lack of empathy. They have good emotional empathy but they don't have much empathy for the autistic kid who is screaming at the baseball game because he can't stand the sensory overload. Or the autistic kid having a meltdown in the school cafeteria because there's too much stimulation.

Screaming at children over their grades especially to the point of the child's tears is child abuse pure and simple. It's not funny and it's not good parenting. It is a crushing scarring disastrous experience for the child. It isn't the least bit funny.

I remember being in Atlantic City once when I was 18 or 19 and a sea of people were screaming and pulling their hair because I was there. It was weird. Nobody deserves adulation like that. I tried to explain it to my kids once. I said 'Mommy used to be kind of cool kind of like a Britney Spears.'

I know a lot of people dread going to work every morning but my work is playing pretend and doing stunts and screaming. It's a lot of fun and I get to play dress up. Every day is exciting and different and new and cool. I couldn't be more grateful.

I was never considered cool throughout my teens: a very important time to be accepted by someone especially your peers. Yes I had all the screaming women but the guys hated my guts.