Henrietta quotes from South Park

I'm not doing it. Being in a dance group is totally conformist.

Yeah, I'm not conforming to some dance-off regulations.

I'm not doing it either. I'm the biggest non-conformist of all.

I'm such a non-conformist that I'm not going to conform with the rest of you. Okay, I'll do it.

Stan

Great!

Whoa. I think we just got put in our place.

Yeah, we just got goth served.

So lame. So lame.

You guys, I do not wanna be grouped in with douchey, little vampire kids.

How about we send him to Transylvania?

Nah, he'd probably see it as something to brag about someday to his little vampire buddies.

If we're gonna send him somewhere it should be the most horrible, most miserable place on Earth.

Scottsdale.

[knocking on the door] Butters, we just got a call from Mrs. Cartman. Butters? [rattles the door handle and finds it locked] Unbelievable! He's locked the door!

[rattling the handle and pounds on the door] Butters, this is your father! Explain why you snuck into another boy's bedroom and gave him a hickey!

Henrietta, sweetie.

Shut up, Mom! Go away!

Ohh, but remember, Daddy wanted to talk to you in the living room, my dark little princess.

Stop calling me a princess. I'm not a beauty queen in a Disney movie!

We'll be waiting in the living room.

God, she just never stops!

Have a seat, Henrietta.

Ooh, a little family chitchat.

Shut up, Mom.

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

Are we really doing this again?

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.

What??

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

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

Do you know how your foul language breaks your mother's heart?

Like calling Mommy, "Demon Jizz."

So listen, sweetie, we've found a camp.

No.

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

I'm not going to any fucking camp!

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

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!!

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

What if she comes back, and she's all preppy and conformist?

She's only been there two weeks. They can't have changed her that much. Can they have?

Oh, my, God.

Hey guys.

What the hell have they done to you?

What do you mean? They couldn't do anything. They can't fix me. They don't even understand me. [walks away]

Oh, my God, it's worse than we thought! They made her emo!

What did they do you you? At that camp?

What do you mean? Just the usual group therapy crap.

Don't take this the wrong way, but I think that place turned you into an emo.

That's ridiculous. I'm not anything. I don't fit in anywhere. I'm not emo, okay?

Then why are you listening to Sunny Day Real Estate? I was thinking, maybe they just made you confused at that place. Maybe they didn't know what they were doing. But then I started thinking, maybe that place... turned you emo on purpose. Like maybe they knew what they were doing.

You should probably stop digging for answers.

What?

There's no winning this for you. Soon the entire world will be emo. It is our time.

Nooo waaaaay.

Nobody understands us. And they won't understand until it is far too late.

Oh my god no waaaaaaaaay.

Do not fight it, Michael. Is being emo really all that different from being goth? [in an evil deep voice] JOIN US!

No waaay! No way no waaaaaay!

Death and despair! Death and despair! Death and despair! Death and desp-

[answers the phone] Hello?

It's worse than we thought.

What is? Everything?

No! I mean Henrietta. I confronted her and she was all like "I am emo! And emos are going to rule the world" and I was like "No waaay!" and she was like "Yeah, soon it will be too late." and I was all "No waaay!"

No way.

Yeah, so listen. Call up Firkle and meet me at Village Inn. I gotta run home but I'll be there in ten minutes. [makes it to his house in a flash, locks the front door, and starts to run upstairs]

Michael?! Michael!

[leaning over the rail] Can't now, Mom! I've got an emergency!

In the dining room now, Michael, let's go. [Michael enters the dining room with his parents sitting at the table, holding hands] Have a seat, son. [Michael takes an opposite seat] Your mom and I have decided you're gonna go away for a little while.

What?

[holds up the same brochure Harriet held up two weeks earlier] We've been put in touch with this camp for troubled kids like you and--

What the hell are you talking about?

This place gonna fix you, make you normal child!

No! You gotta listen to me! You don't know what you're doing! You fucking conformists! [His dad puts him in the truck and starts to back up, he looks across the street and sees Henrietta with her four emo friends; gasps in horror] They're EVIL!!!!

[cutting herself on her arm] Are you guys getting into that Fall Out Boy concert?

[cutting herself on her arm as well] I can't. I'm too depressed. I keep cutting myself.

Yeah. I'm cutting myself to hurt this worthless body that I'm in.

[knocks on the door and opens it; holding a plate of cookies] Henrietta, I baked cookies for your new little Emo friends.

Not now, Mom! Can't you see I'm hurting?! I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment! Sorry I'm not the pretty cheerleader you always wanted!

Does she still seem better?

Oh, much better! She didn't call me a bitch, and she actually apologized to me.

Well, that's more like it.

So, my friends. Have you made the transformation?

Uh, Henrietta, we have some bad news. The plants you think took over your body and made you emo? They're just plants. From Lowe's Home and Garden.

It was all a prank by some douchey network reality show.

No. There's an organic spore in my head that made me switch cliques so easily.

No, you just kind of did it on your own.

Oh my God. This is so... embarrassing.

Ah, hang on. What I meant to say was we just infiltrated the Emo lair and... we torched the plant leader.

Oh. Oh! I'm, I'm-I'm me again! Oh my God, I'm all better. Thanks you guys.

[enters] Henrietta, I have dinner ready.

Shut up, Mom! Leave me alone, you conformist bag of demon jizz!

...Fatty. [closes the door]