Carrie1976

[The thunderstorm is heard]

Margaret White:
Carrie, you haven't touched your apple cake.

Carrie White:
It gives me pimples, Momma.

Margaret White:
Pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you.

Carrie White:
[after long pause] Momma?

Margaret White:
Yeah.

Carrie White:
Momma, please say that I've to try and get along with people better.

Margaret White:
[giggles] What are you going on about, Carrie?

Carrie White:
I've been invited to the prom.

Margaret White:
[long pause, then looking sternly at Carrie] Prom?

Carrie White:
Yeah, the prom... everyone's goin'.

Margaret White:
It was that teacher that called, wasn't it?

Carrie White:
Please see that I'm not like you, Momma, I'm funny... I mean, all the kids think I'm funny I don't wanna be. I wanna be normal. I wanna start to try me, a whole person before it's too late for me!

[Margaret throws tea on her face and Carrie wipes it off.]

Carrie White:
His (Carrie's boyfriend's) name is Tommy Ross, and he's a very nice boy, Momma...

Margaret White:
No.

Carrie White:
and he promised to come in and meet you--

Margaret White:
I said no.

Carrie White:
and he'd have me home by midnight and--

Margaret White:
No. [Carrie bangs the table] No, no, no!

Carrie White:
I ACCEPT IT, MOMMA! I ACCEPT, MOMMA, I accepted!

Margaret White:
Go to your closet!

Carrie White:
No.

Margaret White:
[pause] After all, you've been taught, Carrie!

Carrie White:
Everyone ain't bad, Momma. Everything ain't no sin!

Margaret White:
Go to your closet and pray, ask to be forgiven.

Carrie White:
He's a nice boy, momma, We like you, mama, You'll like him.

Margaret White:
Boys? [laughs and claps] The boys, the boys? Yes, the boys. [The thunderstorm is heard] After the blood, comes the boys like sniffing dogs, grinning and slobbering and trying to find out where that smell comes from!

Carrie White:
Momma, momma, make it stop, momma.

Margaret White:
Where that smell has that smell! Listen, I know where they take them, because I've seen it all right! Well, you're not going.

Carrie White:
Already said I would.

Margaret White:
Tell that boy you're not going, or we're gonna move from here!

Carrie White:
No.

Margaret White:
We're gonna move from here and you'll never see that boy again. The rain's coming in. I'm gonna close the window.

Carrie White:
[crying] Please sit and talk with me. momma, I'll get him, PLEASE, SIT DOWN AND TALK TO ME! [Carrie's telekenetic powers make shades/windows/doors closed and the thunderstorm is heard again] I'm going, momma, things are gonna change around here.

Margaret White:
Witch, Got Satan's Power.

Carrie White:
[crying] There's nothing to do with Satan, Momma, it's me, me, if I concentrate hard enough, I can move things.