Melissa McCarthy Quotes

When I was 13, I was in my tent at Girl Scout camp, trying to change out of my bathing suit and talking at the same time. I fell out of the tent in front of everyone with my bathing suit around my ankles. I was humiliated - but no amount of humiliation has ever seemed to stop me.

I've danced one time in my life. It was the most mortifying experience I ever had.

My films are about embarrassment.

Sometimes, I'm very embarrassed.

I'm not sure that I am able to feel embarrassment.

It is the answers, not the questions, that are embarrassing.

Everybody has those stories that make them wince when they think about them silently. But as soon as you tell that story, it becomes a little bit less cringe-inducing.

I'm vaguely embarrassed by myself sometimes.

I think it's the human condition to be frequently embarrassed by your parents.

I don't really experience much embarrassment.

I was so embarrassed I could feel my nerves curling like bacon over a hot fire.

Embarrassment is the worst! It's the feeling of having your entire body go numb and not knowning what to do with yourself for that one moment

My day goes from one embarrassing moment to the next.

Every time I fumble or drop a ball I am embarrassed.

I've generally got low levels of embarrassment.

Every day, I have a most embarrassing moment.

I cringe when I watch myself on TV.

I have a really difficult time watching myself on film. I literally cower in my seat and cover my face.

But, you know, it's still a drag to get your picture taken when you're eating a sandwich. It's a downer.

In my gym class, we had something called The Pit, this little alcove where we had to sit if we forgot our gym clothes. It was usually just the crippled kid, the pregnant girl, and me. It was pretty awkward, just hanging with all these freaks who didn't want to show their legs.

In falling over in heels while trying to look attractive, you don't just hurt your body, you bear the humiliation of injuring your very soul. Physical pain? Whatever, bring it on. But the humiliation? Oh, you have seen to the very weakest part of me.

Last time I blushed was when I smoothed my hands over the back of my dress and actually touched skin. Seems the material was tucked into my underwear, and everyone around me had gotten a show. This, of course, was at a romance writers' conference.

I was ashamed for people to see me struggle.

I always think that I've embarrassed myself.

Time and time again, as a boy, I was humiliated. I celebrated my first day in long pants by going to a dance where I fell sprawling on the floor, and was so ashamed that I jumped up, ran away and left my girl to get home the best way she could.