(ELLEN,
LIZ, OWEN, and GEORGE are sitting around a break room.)
ELLEN: Do you
believe it? I was almost America’s Next Great Chef.
LIZ: That’s
amazing, Ellen.
ELLEN: Of course,
I didn’t win, so—here I am. Back at the
office.
OWEN: It’s still a
huge achievement.
GEORGE: I mean,
you came in second place.
ELLEN: Right.
GEORGE: I mean,
you don’t get any money for second place, but—
ELLEN: Yeah. Yeah.
Right. Yeah.
LIZ: Ugh, that
always makes me so mad. They never give
second place finalists anything. When I
was on Survivor, I almost died from cholera
and nothing.
GEORGE: You came
in second on Survivor? I thought you came in second on Naked and Afraid?
LIZ: No, you can’t
come in second on Naked and Afraid. They don’t have winners or losers.
GEORGE: Then why
would you do it?
LIZ: What do you
mean why would I do it? I was on
television.
GEORGE: I know,
but—
LIZ: For an
hour. A whole hour.
ELLEN: And that’s
amazing, Liz. I mean, to be honest, I
envy you. One hour and you were
done. I was on tv for ten whole weeks,
and ugh, now I can’t even go to the market without people recognizing me.
LIZ: Is that
so? I didn’t realize so many people
watched America’s Next Great Chef.
ELLEN: Oh, it’s
very popular.
OWEN: You know,
when I was on The Voice—
LIZ: Owen, I didn’t
know you were on The Voice.
GEORGE: He only
got one chair to turn.
OWEN: No, two
chairs. I got two chairs.
GEORGE: Two? I thought it was—
OWEN: It was two.
(A
beat.)
But I didn’t win, so…here I am.
GEORGE: Here you
are.
OWEN: Hey George,
remember when you lost on—what was that show?
God, I don’t even remember the name?
GEORGE: Add It Up: The Search for America’s Next
Mathematical Superstar.
OWEN: Yeah! Remember when you lost to the calculator in
the final round.
GEORGE: Well, it
was a math competition and they put me against a calculator so—
ELLEN: Did you all
see the episode where they had me make a castle out of sweet potatoes? I couldn’t believe I won that round. I had to do a similar challenge when I was on
Top Chef and that landed me—
GEORGE/OWEN/LIZ:
In the bottom.
ELLEN: In the
bottom, right. I guess I’ve talked about
that before.
GEORGE/OWEN/LIZ:
You have./A lot./Yup.
LIZ: That castle
was so cute. I’ve never had to make
anything out of anything, except for when I had to make shelter out of my own
clothing on Frontier Girl.
OWEN: I had to
sing a duet with Chaka Khan on It Takes
Two.
GEORGE: Alex Trebek
laughed at me when I told him how much I like Hawaiian pizza.
ELLEN: Not that it’s
a competition.
LIZ: No, I mean,
it’s not even that impressive.
OWEN: Maybe at one
point it was when there weren’t that many shows, but now—
GEORGE: Now, it’s
like—I mean, we all work in the private sector—just average people—
ELLEN: And I’ve
been on—what? Twelve of those shows?
LIZ: Seventeen.
OWEN:
Twenty-eight.
GEORGE: Not that
it’s a competition. Thirty-four.
ELLEN: Liz,
remember when you were on The Bachelor
and he sent you home first?
LIZ: He sent four
girls home first. I could have been
fourth. We’ll never know.
OWEN: Ellen,
remember when you went on Chopped and
the judge spit out your braised chicken?
LIZ: George,
remember when you went on Wheel of
Fortune and tried to spell the word indicator with an e?
OWEN: You don’t
spell it with an ‘e’?
GEORGE: Hey Owen,
remember when you went on Find My Parents,
America and you found them and they rejected you on national television?
(He
laughs for a bit, but nobody else does, so he stops.)
That was heartbreaking.
ELLEN: Which one
of us got the Rachael Ray make-over?
GEORGE: That was
me.
LIZ: No, I think
it was me.
OWEN: No, you got
the make-over from Good Morning, America.
GEORGE: They do
make-overs now? I thought they were a
news show?
(A
beat. They ALL laugh.)
Wow, I heard it coming out of my mouth and as I was
saying it—
OWEN: Save that
one for one of the holiday parties.
LIZ: Ugh, I dread
going home for the holidays.
ELLEN: It’s a
tough time of year.
LIZ: No, it’s just
that everyone’s going to want to talk about my cousin.
GEORGE: Why? Did he get on the Biggest Loser reboot? I hear
they’re going to make them weigh in over a shark tank this year.
LIZ: No, he, uh…it’s
a little more impressive than that.
ELLEN: Look, don’t
let him make you feel bad about your visibility, Liz.
OWEN: Yeah, I
mean, you’ve probably been on as much as he has.
GEORGE: I’m sure
we all have.
ELLEN: What did he
win American’s Got Talent or
something?
GEORGE: That would
make him—one out of what—twenty people?
OWEN: Yeah, a lot
of people have won that show now, it’s not really a big deal.
LIZ: Uh—
ELLEN: Survivor is on Season Thirty-Seven. Between all-stars and the regular version
there are, like, forty Project Runway
winners—
GEORGE: Don’t
forget the junior version.
ELLEN: Right, so—
LIZ: He won an
Oscar.
(A
beat.)
OWEN: He—what?
LIZ: An
Oscar. He won an Oscar.
ELLEN: You didn’t—
LIZ: I was—I didn’t
want to talk about it.
GEORGE: Geez.
ELLEN: Wow.
OWEN: No beating
that.
GEORGE: Nope.
ELLEN: He wins.
OWEN: That’s—Man,
that really sucks.
LIZ: Yeah.
OWEN: I mean, you
hear about Oscar winners, but you never think you’re actually going to meet one
and then—
LIZ: Well, it was
for Visual Effects.
(A
beat.)
ELLEN/OWEN/GEORGE:
Visual Effects?/Ohhhhh./That’s it?
LIZ: I mean, it’s
still an Oscar.
OWEN: Not really.
GEORGE: He wasn’t
even in the movie, was he? I mean, did
he get screentime?
LIZ: No, but—
ELLEN: Yeah, I
wouldn’t worry about it.
OWEN: Visual
Effects. What does that even mean?
GEORGE: You’re
still way ahead of him, Liz.
ELLEN: You really
scared me there. I thought you were
going to say he was Eddie Redmayne or something.
OWEN: Which would
suck, because then you’d be less famous than someone and your cousin would be
Eddie Redmayne.
LIZ: So, you think
I’m good?
GEORGE: Yeah, you’re
totally good.
ELLEN: Just talk
about The Bachelor a lot. You were on a number one show. He got an Oscar while half the country was
taking a bathroom break.
OWEN: There are
podcasts about you, Liz. You’re fine.
LIZ: Thanks, everybody. I was really feeling bad about myself, but
you all really put things into perspective.
ELLEN: That’s the
keyword, Liz. Perspective. You have to have perspective.
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of Play
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