But inside, I'm going, 'Oh my God, is my zipper up? Do I have a booger in my nose?' That's my inner monologue.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I can be going through nothing, but within me, in my head, oh my God! It can be a circus.
It's not how you pick your nose, it's where you put that booger that counts.
When you're in that scene, you really wonder if this is all you're ever going to be. You know how vile and filthy you are inside.
What comes through my head is going to come out of my mouth.
When I watch myself in movies I go, 'My God.'
What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.
There's something in me that just wants to create dialogue.
I'm very claustrophobic.
Sometimes I know a joke I'm going to yell out ahead of time, but most of the time it's stream of conscious. You never really know it until you've got everyone dressed up, the set is built, all the extras are here.
I have no inner monologue.