Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles is insulting my intelligence. If two people have had years of training and experience in avoiding being killed by marauding cyborgs, one of them isn't going to indulge in frequent teenage strops in which he becomes oblivious to danger, and his mum, when she knows there's an impending attack on him, isn't going to dick around by giving him vague instructions over the phone to stay where he is, while omitting the crucial information that there's a lethal hunk of metal on it's way to get him. They'd have codes for concise, unambiguous and secure communication, would have safe locations to retreat to and would both have a healthy dose of paranoia, not a 'huh? Whatever,' attitude.
