 Your employees have constantly complained about how vain you are, emotionally needy, a diva. I make them all wear mirrors, they all wear mirrors. And I spend the whole day going, good ideas, do it. But does it ever feel like you're only valued for that? Did you ever go through a place where you're like, I hope they value me for my intelligence or is that just something that women? There's so no way to answer this without coming across like a giant dick. That's another one that they do. And your mom went back to school while you were in college at the same time, and she I understand graduated 5A to Kappa while you were failing out. I find all this research into the esoteric of my life to be unnerving and inappropriate. Can't we just do the usual, like why'd you kill Springer Bell shit? Let's talk about the F word a little bit, it's one of your favorites. The art form was not just to say fuck that's too easy, but to put it in the middle of a word. I was just talking about the other F word, feminism. So that's kind of my dirty rock story, and I was on it for four more episodes. I went in for my audition, and I was just meeting with the casting director, and they were like, tell us about yourself, and I go, well I'm a middle child.