Been kicking this around for a while and not really sure if there's anything there or not. Any thoughts?
Two fighter pilots. Maverick and Alan. Mav has an American accent, Alan's from Chelmsford.
Maverick: Hey yo man, you one badass pilot out there, must have seen you put down, what man, eight bogies? It's Panther isn't it?
Alan: No. Alan.
Maverick: No man, your callsign. Your callsign is Panther?
Alan: I prefer Alan.
Maverick: You gotta have a callsign, yo.
Alan: Well, alright, callsign Alan then.
Maverick: Hell No.
Alan: Why not?
Maverick: No way, use your real name up there, the bogies got your identity, yo.
Alan: They'll know I'm called Alan. It's not like they've got my pin number or anything.
Maverick: Uh-uh. You gotta have a callsign. What's up with Panther, man, that's a fierce callsign.
Alan: Can I have Jeff?
Maverick: Jeff? I don't know man, kind of pussy-ass.
Alan: My Granddad was called Jeff. It would be a nice tribute.
Maverick: Why, he a cold-ass pilot back in the day?
Alan: Granddad? No, he was a baker. Made a lovely Chelsea Bun.
Maverick: So, we gotta be all like 'Yo Jeff, I got bogies at two oclock, get my wing and we'll go buzz the tower.' I don't know man.
Alan: Alright, Susan then.
Maverick: Susan?
Alan: Yes, my sister, Susan. She's been a bit down in the dumps recently. Her daughter's A-level results were quite disappointing and they've been terribly let down by the builders doing the conservatory. Callsign Susan, she'd like that.
Maverick: No man, Susan, no way.
Alan: Mr Puddles then. He's Mum's Ginger Tom, you see, she's been quite ill and-
Maverick: Come on man, Jeff? Mr Puddles? We be fighting to save the free world up there. Can't be sounding like we having a tea party.
[beat]
Alan: Winston.
Maverick: Now that's what I'm talking about man, Winston Churchill, won the war, yo. I feel you. Call sign Winston.
Alan: No, Winston's my postman
[as they leave stage, use however much dialogue needed for transition to next scene]
Maverick: Your Postman?
Alan: Yes, you see he does rather suffer from a bad back, I suppose it's no surprise with carrying that bag around all morning. But he doesn't complain much.