Carrie

Carrie White:
Does everyone think they can go on playing tricks on me?

Chris Hargensen:
This isn't over. This is so not over, it's not even in the same area code as over!

Detective John Mulcahey:
Was she a friend of yours?

Sue Snell:
Carrie didn't have any friends.

Detective John Mulcahey:
When I was in high school, even the biggest losers had a bird of a feather.

Sue Snell:
She wasn't a loser. She just didn't belong.

Detective John Mulcahey:
Why do you think that is?

Sue Snell:
It's not brain surgery. We are talking about Carrie White.

Detective John Mulcahey:
Maybe she didn't want to belong.

Sue Snell:
Everybody wants to belong. Anyone who tells you they don't is lying. I think Carrie wanted it more than any of us.

Tina Blake:
Dude! Carrie's "Aunt Flo" is in town and she's freaking out!

Chris Hargensen:
Are you serious?

Tina Blake:
Yes! Come on!

Chris Hargensen:
Oh my god!

Estelle Horan:
Hi.

Little Carrie:
What are those?

Estelle Horan:
Breasts.

Little Carrie:
I wish I had some.

Estelle Horan:
You'll get some. You just have to wait a few years.

Little Carrie:
No, I won't. Momma says good girls don't get them.

Estelle Horan:
Your Mom is such a hypocrite - she's like a C cup.

Little Carrie:
Momma said she was bad when she made me. She calls them dirty pillows.

Chris Hargensen:
You can't talk to us like that! My dad's a lawyer.

Margaret White:
Witch!

Carrie White:
I'm not a witch, I just... sometimes... I can move things.

Margaret White:
I should have known when you let the fire come. Sin never dies.

Carrie White:
I'm not the only one, Momma. Other people can do it, too. I read about them on the Internet.

Sue Snell:
It wasn't your fault. It wasn't all your fault.

Sue Snell:
We shouldn't be here. People thinking you're dead is sort of contingent on nobody seeing you alive.

Carrie White:
Where am I going to go?

Sue Snell:
I don't know. Somewhere where they don't know you.

Sue Snell:
I'll drive you as far as Florida. Then I have to come back.

Carrie White:
They're called breasts, Momma. All the girls have them. They're very fashionable these days.

Carrie White:
You're doing this because you feel sorry for me.

Sue Snell:
This is not a pity thing. I don't feel sorry for you.

Carrie White:
Yeah, you do. You feel sorry for me because you think you're better than me.

Sue Snell:
I don't think I'm better than you.

Carrie White:
It's okay. Everyone does. Doesn't mean it's true, though.

Detective John Mulcahey:
Do you consider yourself anti-religious, Sue?

Sue Snell:
No. I just think some people take it too far, that's all.

Detective John Mulcahey:
And you disapprove?

Sue Snell:
Look, I'm all for believing whatever it is that you want to believe; but you say "religion" and I'm thinking Da Vinci's "Last Supper". Jesus looks sad, the apostles look miserable - I don't want to go to their party. Shouldn't religion be more like "Dogs Playing Poker?"

Detective John Mulcahey:
Dogs playing...?

Sue Snell:
Poker. I can't tell you what any of the apostles are doing in "The Last Supper", but I can tell you that the little white bulldog is holding an ace under the table. See? That's fun. I'm engaged. There's awe and wonderment... That other stuff is just ritual and punishment, and it's way too weird and way too serious.

Tommy:
We should have a rule: If they do something in a Freddie Prinze Jr. movie, we're not allowed to do it in real life.

Chris Hargensen:
I mean she practically talked me into getting Botox last year!

Carrie White:
Maybe she thought you needed it.

Margaret White:
(to Carrie) Go to your closet and pray.

Carrie White:
No, Mama.

Margaret White:
(Grabs Carrie's feet) Pray.

Carrie White:
MAMA, LEMME GO! NOHOHO! (gets locked in the closet by Margaret and probably bangs on/kicks the door at several times) Mama, please! (Margaret bangs on/kicks the door at several times) Mama, please! Mama! (cries and prays?)

Miss Desjarden:
(to girls) You're ugly, let's all see how ugly all of you are!

Chris Hargensen:
You can't talk to us like this, my dad's a lawyer!

Miss Desjarden:
Shut up, open your mouth one more time, and I'll pluck you.

Margaret White:
(to Carrie) (puts probably hot water on Carrie) You're not going, it's evil and it's a sin.

Carrie White:
Everything isn't a sin, Mama.

Margaret White:
Go to your closet... and pray.

Carrie White:
No.

Margaret White:
You're going and that's final.

Carrie White:
Please sit and talk with me. (The noise is heard and Carrie slams the door with her telekinesis) I'm not done talking,..... (The noise is heard again and Carrie makes the table go probably sideways with telekinesis and other things fall down.)

Carrie White:
Mama, I'm going,... you can't stop me... and I don't wanna talk about it anymore.