South Park, Season 17

Mr. Biggle:
Have a seat, Henrietta.

Harriet:
Ooh, a little family chitchat.

Henrietta:
Shut up, Mom.

Mr. Biggle:
Henrietta, as you know, your mother and I have been concerned about your behavior for some time.

Henrietta:
Are we really doing this again?

Mr. Biggle:
We've had a hard time coping with the dark things you're into, but we've finally had some counseling, and apparently we're not the only parents who have a child that is... emo.

Henrietta:
What??

Harriet:
But Daddy and I love our little muffin, even if she's emo or not.

Henrietta:
I'm not a fucking emo! Don't you even know the fucking diff?!

Mr. Biggle:
Do you know how your foul language breaks your mother's heart?

Harriet:
Like calling Mommy, "Demon Jizz."

Mr. Biggle:
So listen, sweetie, we've found a camp.

[Harriet brings out a brochure]

Henrietta:
No.

Mr. Biggle:
A camp which is for troubled kids like you, and you get to work outside and learn about responsibility.

Henrietta:
I'm not going to any fucking camp!

Mr. Biggle:
It's for two weeks, and when you come back we can talk about earning back some of your privileges.

Henrietta:
I won't come back because I'll be fucking dead. I'll walk out of that camp and I'll walk the streets until I probably get picked up and gang-banged by criminals until I'm bleeding out my fucking eyes!!

Harriet:
They have a horseshoe pit where you can challenge the other kids to horseshoes.