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actual persons or events is unintentional.
THE BEATLES AND THE ROLLING STONES
In a bar
AHMED: Beer and baseball caps make a good disguise, Mohammed, but
if we really want to blend in we must figure out American mindset.
That infidel on your left -- can you tell what's on his mind?
MOHAMMED: Are you kidding me? The guy's in an unholy stupor!
AHMED: Suppose he weren't. . . What would he think if he looked at
MOHAMMED: How do I know? He's an infidel!
AHMED: See? That's what I'm talking about. To pass for infidels we
must think like infidels! Say, would you be able to Conduct a worldly
discourse without betraying your beliefs ?
MOHAMMED: You mean bullshitting?
AHMED: I mean small talk.
MOHAMMED: Their small talk is stupid. One time an infidel asked me
what I liked better, beetles or stones? How stupid is that?
AHMED: Beetles are cute. I like beetles. There were lots of them near
the cesspool at the training camp. Remember the cesspool? I would
sit and play with them for hours…
MOHAMMED: That's because you're a sissy.
MOHAMMED: I hate beetles. No, me - I prefer stones, they're the rebel's
weapon of choice. Definitely, I'm a stones man.
INFIDEL: Right on, dude! Me too!
A&M recoil, startled.