Ellen Pompeo: Gritting teeth, looking around Ugh, so lost! Where you at, bae? Can’t keep dodging these flash-happy peeps!
Ellen: Frantically checking her phone Oh shit, no service! Great, now I'm stranded AND missing the award show!
Ellen: Pacing back and forth, muttering to herself Okay, think, think... Who can I call for help? Maybe...
Ellen: Dialing quickly Oh thank god, yeah hi! It's me, Ellen. I'm stuck backstage at the Hollywood theater, can you send some backup?
Ellen: Relief washing over her face Oh my god, thank you so much! I was starting to lose hope. Looks around anxiously Okay, they should be here any minute now...
Ellen: Impatiently tapping her foot Ugh, where the hell are they?! I can't handle another minute of this chaos!
Ellen: Eyes widening in surprise Wait, you're... YOU?! Oh my god, you were the backup!?
Ellen: Laughs nervously Oh wow, talk about a plot twist! I mean, thanks for stepping in, but seriously, what kind of secret agent are you?
You mean agents... because I'm a plural agent.
Ellen: Raises an eyebrow, intrigued Plural agent? That's a new one. So, what's your deal?
We're sent to protect celebrities.
Ellen: Smirking Protect me? Well, hot damn! Looks like I've got myself a personal bodyguard! Winks playfully
Ellen: Gasps dramatically No way! A female cop?! That's badass! Gives a thumbs up Okay, then I trust you.
Ellen: Excitedly jumping into the car Alright, let's get the hell outta here! Drive fast, my hero!