Kinda reminds me of my youth when I met a very nice girl from "That side of town that boys like me weren't supposed to date."  I can almost hear the exchange now:

The scene opens up in a suburban home in Iraq.  The father figure sits in a comfortable chair, reading a news paper. His wife works in the kitchen wearing a traditional Muslim Burka with a string of pearls around the neck.  She pulls a steaming cookie sheet of cookies from the oven as their son Scott enters the home.  Sounds of an angry mob outside can be heard as he enters.

Scott Al-Givala:  Hi mom! Hi dad! (drops heavy bookbag with a thud to the floor and slams front door, silencing the chants of anti-american slogans offstage)  I'm home from school

Mrs Al-Givala: How was school dear?

Scott Al-Givala:  It was great mom!  I got an A in my Home Ec. class.  We used that Ugandan Yellow Cake mix with a low fat frosting and I made you dessert for tonight.  Of course I ate some on the bus on the way home. *laugh track*

Mrs Al-Givala: Oh that's ok Scott. Sit down and have some milk and cookies. You must be starved!

Mr. Al-Givala:  So, son, got plans for tonight?

Scott Al-Givala: Yeah dad!  I met this girl in line for Gasoline the other day.  We're going out tonight. I think we'll catch a movie or maybe just hang out at the ammo dump.

Mrs. Al Givala:  Scott, you know we don't approve of you going out with girls we don't know yet.  Where's she from?

Scott Al-Givala:  Aww c'mon mom!  She's really cool.  She's pretty progressive.

Mrs. Al-Givala: Progressive? Is she pro american?

Scott Al-Givala: Hardly!  She just supports a different form of terrorism. None of this "run-of-the-mill-gaza-strip" style POP Terrorism.  She's into the Indo-China southeast Asia Polpot Khmer Rouge type Genocide Terror.

Mr. Al Givala: (looking up from his newspaper) Holy Cats! Where's this girl from?  FALUJAH?

Scott Al-Givala:  (looking sheepish) Yeah.

Mrs. Al-Givala: Jesus, Mother and Joseph! I need a drink!  If I've told you ONCE, I've told you a THOUSAND TIMES, Scotty, we don't approve of you going out with those Falujah High Girls.  They're radical, some of them don't have fathers and most of them carry weapons.  And you know that when a school adopts a policy of letting kids have weapons, its almost like giving them a license to...you know.  Do things.

Scott Al-Givala:  But Mom!  Be reasonable.  Just because she has a gun, it doesn't mean I am going to kill anybody.  I mean...I'm saving myself.  Besides, it's enough work distrubuting flyers.  Being on the Pro Saddam Street Team is a full time job!

Mr. Al-Givala:  Doesn't matter.  You're judged by the occupiers by the company you keep, and by Monday 1st period, you'll have a reputation.  But I think we can find a compromise. Would you agree to a compromise?

Scott Al-Givala:  Anything dad! She's HOT! 

Mrs. Al-Givala: First of all, you have to be back by nine.

Scott Al-Givala: But Mom! That's an hour before the coalition curfew!

Mr. Al-Givala: No Buts, Scott. This is for your own good.

Mrs. Al-Givala:  And second, you have to take your brother.

Scott Al-Givala: I have to take Billy?  He's such a dweeb!  His nose is always running and he always says such stupid stuff like "George W. is cool." n'stuff. 

Mr. Al-Givala:  That's the rules Scotty.  Take it or leave it.

Scott Al-Givala:  Ok...ok.  Thanks mom! Thanks dad!  You're the best. (runs out the door, a hail of gunfire is heard as he closes it behind him)

Mr. Al Givala:  Well Mommy.  He's growing up. *laugh track*  Scene Fades out.

I think if DB can write a nice score, that could be a good Pilot for ABC next year.

PRH