Cheer up, Ginger. We've only been on this island for 5 years. I'm sure you'll be just as famous as you always were when you get back.

Thanks Gilligan, but I think that everyone will probably have long forgotten about Ginger Grant.

Yeah, you might be right.

GINGER SUDDENLY BEGINS TO CRY UNCONTROLLABLY.

THE SKIPPER WANDERS UP.

What's the problem, Ginger?

She has this notion that her career is over. Even if we actually get back. Ever. I mean, if we don't all die -

That's enough Gilligan. Ginger, what in the world would make you think that you won't still be famous when we get back?

Gilligan said that I was right when I speculated that the public wouldn't remember me.

THE SKIPPER GIVES GILLIGAN A DISGUSTED LOOK.

I just said that she may not be as famous when we return. I didn't say that she wouldn't be famous at all.

(right in front of Ginger)

Well, Gilligan, it doesn't matter. The important thing is for us to try to repair Ginger's fragile ego. Right, Ginger? You do want us to repair your ego, right?

Right, Skipper. But I don't know how you two can do it.

Maybe if we told you over and over again that we would come to see you when you start to appear in public again, that would help!

Ah, maybe. Do you have any novel ideas, Skipper?

Um, let me see.

(beat)

Hmmm, I'm thinking.

(beat)

Oh yeah! What if we attended some sort of one-person play - starring you, watched the whole thing, then applauded wildly? How about that?

Who's going to star in the play, Skipper? We don't have any actors or actresses here.

GINGER SUDDENLY BEGINS TO CRY UNCONTROLLABLY - AGAIN.

Gilligan! Ginger is the actress!

(beat)

Now Ginger, why don't you just go back to your hut, practice your part for a month or so, then come back and perform it for us? Now, go on. Go back and practice. Shoo!

GINGER STOPS SOBBING AND HEADS OFF TO HER HUT.

See Gilligan? Now when you can be as diplomatic and cunning as I am, on a consistent basis, you may, and I repeat, may, have a shot at being a real skipper yourself one day.

You mean if we ever get off this god-forsaken island that your superior navigation got us to, right?

Right, Little Buddy!

JUST THEN, A MAN BEARING A STRONG RESEMBLANCE TO WALLY COX ENTERS THE SCENE FROM THE LEFT.

I'm sorry, who might you be?