Go ask your Mother...

A waif-sheik 15-year-old girl walks into the living room where her Dad is toying with his electronic toys.

Girl: Dad... I need 80 bucks.

Dad: Huh? What for?

Girl: (reluctantly) Smack.

Dad: What?

Girl: Aunt Hazel? Noise? Black Tootsie Roll?

Dad: What?

Girl: Fuck, Dad! Heroin. Did you grow up in a convent?

Dad: You're doing Heroin?

Girl: You don't think I stay this thin by exercising, do you? Jeez!

Dad: Are your friends doing it?

Girl: Everybody's doing it.

Dad: Who's you're dealer?

Girl: Like you care.

Dad: I care.

Girl: Frankie at school.

Dad: Frankie? You've been giving your money to that no good Wrestling Team dropout?

Girl: (rolls eyes - I've given him more than my money...)

Dad: Look, you tell your friends to forget Frankie. (he pulls out a baggie) Here's a few grams to get you started. No charge. You tell your friends to come to me from now on - or Frankie's gonna end up in jail. He'll end up in jail if he's lucky. Got me?

Girl: Yeah... (backs away, clutching baggie)