"Hold your horses. I hear there won't be a lot of opportunity for your PSAs to get sweaty." Your pilot clicks a button on her console, and starts talking with flight control on the ground. Simultaneously with the current discussion.
"Receiving transmission. All clear, Pineapple Three ready to land. But don't listen to me, I'm not the commander. Pineapple, what kind of callsign is that? I hope not to die from pineapple-related deaths. Flight control, please disregard that statement."