I have had that voice too, but thankfully for something a bit more mundane. Finishing my first freshman year at college, before the age of cell phones, I was the last one out of my parking lot when I discovered I had a flat tire. I was barely 18, young and dumb, never done any car maintenance past filling the gas…

I’ve always loved the delivery of her utter smackdown when the sleazy politician is hitting on her. “What ARE you talking about?” Her intonation was sheer perfection.