Carrie
Carrie

Sue Snell: No! Carrie please don't hurt me.
Carrie White: Why not? I've been hurt my whole life.

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Carrie

[last lines]
Sue Snell: Carrie had some sort of power. But she was just like me... like any of you. She had hopes, she had fears, but we pushed her. And you can only push someone so far before they break.

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Carrie

Margaret White: [referring to Carrie's prom gown] Red. I might have known it would be red.
Carrie: It's pink, Mama.
[presenting her corsage]
Carrie: Look what Tommy gave me, Mama. Aren't they beautiful?
Margaret White: I can see your dirty pillows. Everyone will.
Carrie: Breasts,

Mama. They're called breasts, and every woman has them.

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Carrie

Carrie: It was bad, Mama. They laughed at me. Hold me, Mama. Please hold me.
Margaret White: I should've killed myself when he put it in me. After the first time, before we were married, Ralph promised never again. He promised, and I believed him. But sin never dies. Sin never dies. At first, it was all right. We lived sinlessly. We slept in the same bed,

but we never did it. And then, that night, I saw him looking down at me that way. We got down on our knees to pray for strength. I smelled the whiskey on his breath. Then he took me. He took me, with the stink of filthy roadhouse whiskey on his breath, and I liked it. I liked it! With all that dirty touching of his hands all over me. I should've given you to God when you were born, but I was weak

and backsliding, and now the Devil has come home. We'll pray.
Carrie: Yes.
Margaret White: We'll pray. We'll pray. We'll pray for the last time. We'll pray.

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Tommy Ross: [points to a humiliated Carrie after the pig's blood is spilled on her; his voice is blocked out but viewers can clearly read his lips and tell that he is upset and shouting] WHAT THE HELL?

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Margaret White: I don't want you to get hurt.
Carrie White: Or you could be happy for me.

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Carrie

Carrie: Tommy?
Tommy Ross: Yeah?
Carrie: Why?
Tommy Ross: Why what?
Carrie: Why am I here?
Tommy Ross: Because it's the prom.
Carrie: Why am I here with you?
Tommy Ross: Because I asked you.

Carrie: Why'd you ask me?
Tommy Ross: Because I wanted to.
Carrie: Why'd you want to?
Tommy Ross: Because you liked my poem. Only I didn't write it. Somebody else did.
Carrie: Oh.

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Carrie

[from trailer]
Margaret White: Help this little girl who's sinned in her days and ways, if she'd made innocent the curse of blood would not be brought upon her...
Carrie White: Momma that's not even in the Bible, it doesn't say that anywhere.
Margaret White: Go to your closet and pray.
Carrie White: No.


Margaret White: Pray!
[Margaret grabs Carrie by the shoulders,throws her in the closet, and locks the door]
Carrie White: No! Ow! Momma!
Margaret White: You pray little girl, you pray for forgiveness!
Carrie White: NO! MAMA! Let me... LET ME GO! HELP!
[Carrie is banging on the door and

then telekinetically makes a crack in the door]

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Carrie

[from trailer]
Margaret White: You know the devil never dies, keeps coming back. But you gotta keep killing him.

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Carrie

[from trailer]
Carrie White: If I concentrate hard enough, I can make things move.

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Carrie

Miss Desjardin: Are you gonna get him a boutonnière, or are you just gonna pin a bloody tampon to his lapel?

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Carrie

Margaret White: He's not coming.
Carrie: He is coming, Mama. Now stop it. I'm nervous enough.
Margaret White: No, he's not coming. He's not gonna come.
[scratches her own face]
Carrie: Go away!
[Margaret slaps herself]
Carrie: Stop it, Mama!
[Margaret pulls her own

hair]
Carrie: Stop hurting yourself, Mama!
Margaret White: He's gonna laugh at you. They're all gonna laugh at you!
Carrie: No one's gonna laugh at me, Mama.
Margaret White: Stay here with me.
Carrie: I don't want to stay here with you, Mama. Now sit down and be quiet.

Margaret White: I'll go downstairs, I'll answer the door. I'll tell him that you're sick. I'll tell him that you changed your mind.
Carrie: [forces Margaret onto the bed] SIT DOWN AND BE QUIET!
Margaret White: [gets up from the bed] Listen, I'll tell him that you changed...
Carrie: [forces Margaret onto the

bed again] SIT DOWN! Just sit there, Mama, and don't say a word until I'm gone. I'll be home early. I love you, Mama.
[she leaves]
Margaret White: Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.

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[from trailer]
Carrie White: There are other people out there like me who can do what I can do.

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Chris Hargensen: [Sees Carrie standing in the street after the prom] Run her down! Kill her, Billy! Kill her!
Billy Nolan: [Stepping on the gas pedal] I've got this!

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Miss Collins: [to the girls] Now, my idea for this little trick you pulled was three days' suspension and refusal of your prom tickets.
[the girls gasp]
Norma: [in disbelief] What? God!
Miss Collins: That'd get you where you live, wouldn't it? And you deserve it. I don't think any of you have any idea of just how nasty what

you did really was. But the office has decided you're to have one week's detention.
[the girls sigh with relief]
Miss Collins: Still, there's one little catch. It's to be my detention.
[the girls are once again perturbed]
Miss Collins: That's fifty minutes every day starting today in the athletic field. Get the picture?

Chris Hargenson: I'm not coming.
Miss Collins: That's up to you, Chris. That's up to all of you. Punishment for skipping detention is three days' suspension and refusal of your prom tickets. Any other thoughts? Good. Now change up.
[the girls proceed begrudgingly]
Chris Hargenson: Where are you going?

Norma: Come on.
Chris Hargenson: I'm not coming.
Norma: You're really not gonna come? You're gonna miss out on the prom?
Chris Hargenson: I'm not coming.
Norma: Well, I'm not gonna miss the prom.
Chris Hargenson: Fuck.

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Carrie

Mr. Fromm: Any criticisms? Anybody?
Carrie: It's beautiful.
Mr. Fromm: Carrie White! Beautiful. Beautiful. BEAUTIFUL! Oh, beautiful for spacious skies for amber waves of grain. Is that the kind of beautiful you mean? Is it, Carrie? I'm afraid, Carrie, this is hardly a criticism.
Tommy Ross: [under his breath]

You suck.
Mr. Fromm: Tommy? Did you say something, Tommy?
Tommy Ross: Who me?
Mr. Fromm: Yes.
Tommy Ross: I said, "Aw shucks."

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[from trailer]
Tommy Ross: The prom is next week, if you don't have a date already maybe you wanna go with me?

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Carrie

Miss Collins: You too, Chris, and spit out that gum.
Chris Hargenson: Where will I put it, Miss Collins?
Miss Collins: You can choke on it for all I care just get it out of your mouth.

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Carrie

Margaret White: I'm here on the Lord's work, Mrs. Snell; spreadin' the gospel of God's salvation through Christ's blood!
Mrs. Snell: Yes, of course...
Margaret White: These are godless times, Mrs. Snell.
Mrs. Snell: I'll drink to that. Mrs. White, I'd like to contribute five... ten dollars.

Margaret White: [offended] I see. I pray you find, Jesus.

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Mr. Morton: We're all sorry about this incident, Cassie.
Carrie: [voice breaking, shouts] It's Carrie!
[Morton's ashtray, without reason, flips onto the floor, backwards. Miss Collins jumps back in shock]