INT. BEDROOM – MORNING
A couple lie in bed, they are MICHAEL, 26, childish, and ALLY, 28, excitable. Ally lies on Michael’s chest, the bed is in post-sex disarray.
ALLY
Good job.
MICHAEL
Right back at ya, Chief.
ALLY
You’re calling me Chief after we have sex now?
MICHAEL
I feel like there’s a joke there. Poke-her-hontas? I don’t know.
ALLY
I’m not sure how I feel about the nickname, Chief.
MICHAEL
No, Chief? You sure, Chief. Because I think I’m going to call you nothing but Chief from now on, Chief.
ALLY
Stop it!
MICHAEL
Chief. Chief. Lady Chiefington.
ALLY (CONT’D)
If you call me Chief all the time it’ll make me sound like I’m a bossy girlfriend.
MICHAEL
Well you do wear the pants in the relationship.
ALLY
No I don’t.
Michael whips back the covers to reveal Ally is wearing pyjama pants.
MICHAEL
You’re wearing pants right now.
Ally pulls the covers back up.
ALLY
But I don’t tell you what to do or anything.
MICHAEL
If you say so.
ALLY
Good, now don’t call me Chief.
MICHAEL
Okay, Chief.
