INT. TEENAGERS BEDROOM.
BRIAN IS SAT ON HIS BED PLAYING A HAND-HELD CONSOLE GAME.
AFTER KNOCKING ON THE DOOR, BRIAN'S FATHER ENTERS SHEEPISHLY.
FATHER:
You busy?
BRIAN PUT'S DOWN HIS CONSOLE.
BRIAN:
Not really Dad. What's up?
BRIAN'S FATHER TAKES A SEAT BESIDE BRIAN.
FATHER:
Your mum thinks it's about time we had a little chat.
BRIAN:
What about?
FATHER:
Well, this may be a little uncomfortable for you, but every teenager goes through a period in their lives where it's necessary to talk about certain things with their parents.
BRIAN:
Like what?
FATHER:
Well, how can I put this... er... well... (SIGH) Brian, I think we need to talk about sex.
A BRIEF MOMENT OF DISCOMFORT PASSES BETWEEN THE TWO.
BRIAN:
Do we have to?
FATHER:
Well, your mum thinks so.
BRIAN SIGHS, AND RELUCTANTLY NODS.
BRIAN:
Okay Dad.
FATHER:
Good. Okay...
BRIAN'S FATHER TAKES A DEEP BREATH TO STEADY HIS NERVES.
FATHER: (CONTINUED)
I'll start. (PAUSE) What's a Dirty Sanchez?
FADE OUT.
Monday, 22 January 2007
Birds and Bees
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