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Carrie White (Character)
from Carrie (1976)

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Carrie (2013)
[from trailer]
Carrie White: There are other people out there like me who can do what I can do.

[from trailer]
Carrie White: I've been asked to prom.

[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: Mama 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! Mama!
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]

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

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

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

Margaret White: I'm gonna have to tell the boy the truth, that your father took me and you were born of sin.
Carrie White: You will say nothing.
Margaret White: [Carrie turns from Margaret and makes her way downstairs] And from that sin...
Margaret White: [Carrie is downstairs and Margaret's right behind her] From that sin was born another, the worst sin. A man or a woman who is a with, you are to be put to death you are to be stoned...
Carrie White: [Carrie stops and turns to Margaret. Carrie flexes. Margaret's body stops completely] I'm warning you, mama.
Margaret White: The Devil's hand.
Carrie White: Please don't do this.
Margaret White: There will be a judgement... Carrie. As Jezabel fell from the tower, you too will...
[Carrie flexes. Margaret's mouth shuts]

[Margret unlocks and opens the closet door, she walks in and sees Carrie sleeping on the floor. Margret gets down on her knees and gently pets Carrie's hair. Carrie's wakes up. She leans on her arms, while still on the floor]
Margaret White: Did you finish your prayers little girl?
Carrie White: [Gently and quietly] Yes, momma.
Margaret White: That's my good girl.
[Margret kisses Carrie's check]
Margaret White: [Margret moves the hair behind Carrie to Carrie's right shoulder. Margret braids Carries hair and smiles. Carrie smiles back at her] I love you.
Carrie White: I love you too, momma.
[Margret kisses Carries check again, she continues braiding Carrie's hair]
Carrie White: [after Margret is done the two look at each other and smile]

[Carrie is staring out the window in English class, with her powers she is making the flag flap and shake. A small smile grows on her face]
Mr. Ulmann: Alright, who's next? Uh... Carrie?
[Carrie quickly turns to face her teacher]
Mr. Ulmann: Favorite poem did you bring one?
[a couple of kids laugh]
Carrie White: Yeah.
Mr. Ulmann: Why don't you come to the front of the class and share it with us all?
[Carrie gets up, she makes her way down the rows of students who laugh quietly. When she gets to the front of the room, she faces them. Not taking her eyes off her book, she reads]
Carrie White: [quietly and softly over the small laughter] This un- This unfrequented place to find some ease. Ease to the body some, none to the mind. Times past, and wh- What once I was and what am now. Oh wherefore was my birth from Heaven foretold, twice by angel who at last in sight of both my parents, all in flames... Ascended.
[Most kids are amazed and confused at the same time]
Mr. Ulmann: Okay, that was uh- disturbing.
[Kids laugh. Tommy looks up at him angrily. Mr. Ulmann is being a prick]
Mr. Ulmann: This is the most you've said all year. Anything else you wanna add or are you done scaring us for the day?
Tommy Ross: [slips out] Asshole.
[some kids gasp, they all turn to him]
Mr. Ulmann: Excuse me, Mr. Ross, did you say something?
Tommy Ross: I said awesome. I just thought what Carrie read was awesome didn't you, Mr. Ulmann?
[Carrie makes her way towards her desk]
Mr. Ulmann: [changing the subject] Ok, who's next. Nicki. Ah- I mean Lizzy.
[Carrie sits down. Keeping her head down, she pushes some hair in front of her face. She turns to Tommy. Sue sees her, something clicks in Sue, Sue now knows Carrie likes him]

[the halls are half empty, students pass by and stare. Carrie throws her book bag over her shoulder and she power walks through the hall, she's upset. Tommy is running after her, he is holding her jacket. He runs up to her a taps her arm]
Tommy Ross: Carrie...
Carrie White: [spins around] Stop just- Please just, stop trying to trick me.
Tommy Ross: No I'm not trying to trick you, I'm not tricking you.
Carrie White: Aren't you with Sue Snell?
Tommy Ross: Yeah, I'm with Sue Snell but she doesn't wanna go.
[Carrie gives him a look, he has to be lying. Tommy holds out Carrie's jacket]
Tommy Ross: I'm sorry.
[Carrie quickly grabs the jacket and runs off. Leaving Tommy all alone. She runs through the crowd of students, as she tries to hold back her leaking tears. The bell rings]

Sue Snell: [Sue walks in, she sees Carrie and Margret on the floor. She is upset and nervous] Carrie.
[Carrie turns to her]
Sue Snell: Let me help you Carrie.
Carrie White: [Carrie is crying, she looks down at Margret and back to Sue] Why couldn't you leave me alone?
Sue Snell: [Sincerely upset] I'm sorry.
Carrie White: [Carrie looks down at Margret and back at Sue. She Flexes. Upset and gentle] Look what you turned me into.
Sue Snell: [Sue's throat is tight, she's gasping to make words] Don't hurt me Carrie.
Carrie White: [a sadistic smile on her face, she says, gently and in one breath] Why Not?
[the smile slowly fades]
Carrie White: I've been hurt my whole life.
[Carrie releases her grip on Sue's throat. She lifts up Margret and starts to make her way towards Sue. There is rumbling sounds through the house]
Carrie White: [Gentle and Crying] I- I killed my mom. I want her back. I'm- I'm sc- I'm scared.
[She looks at Margret and Sue between lines, and lets out one of those crying chuckles]
Carrie White: [Sue is shocked and upset. This is traumatizing. Rocks start falling through the house, Carrie looks up and then back at Sue. The force is to strong, Carrie falls to her knees. Sue drops to for no reason]
[Sue gets back up. If they stay here longer, they will be dead. She can't just leave Carrie behind, what type of person does that. Carrie is cradling Margret's dead body from the rocks, as Sue runs over to her]
Sue Snell: [Yelling over the noise] We gotta get out of here. Give me your hand. Give me your hand. Come on.
[Carrie's mouth drops, she puts her hand to Sues belly and hears a heartbeat. She didn't know Sue was pregnant, neither did Sue. Carrie smiles]
Carrie White: [Gently and Happy] Its a girl.
Carrie White: [Confused] What?
Carrie White: [Confused and Gentle] You don't know?
Sue Snell: [Shocked] Oh my God!
[Carrie is still upset, she wont leave Momma, but Sue won't leave without her, and if Carrie let that baby die she'd hate herself. Carrie Flexes. Sue rises up from the ground]
Carrie White: [Crying, Upset, and Angry] Get Out! Get out!
[Sue goes flying out the house and gently lands at the end of the front lawn, near the street]

[Marget's car pulls in the White House driveway. Margret and Carrie sit for a moment or two. Margret stare at the house, awhile Carrie looks down]
Margaret White: Lets go inside little girl, *Margret exhales* you need to come inside with me.
Carrie White: Momma why didn't you tell me? I was so scared momma, I thought I was gonna die.
[Margret ignores and and starts getting out of the car]
Carrie White: Momma they laughed at me and they threw at me.
Margaret White: We'll talk about this inside Carrie.
[Margret closes the car door and walks towards the house. Carrie is fed up, momma always does this]
Carrie White: [Carrie gets out of the car] NO!
[Margret stops and turns to Carrie. Carrie's voice gets quieter with each word]
Carrie White: I wanna talk about it right here. I don't- I don't wanna go inside with you.
[Carrie gets back in the car and closes the door while Margret continues into the house. Carrie regrets saying that, she's never said anything like that to momma before. Suddenly a loud bang on the window distracts her]
Neighborhood Kid: Crazy Carrie. Crazy Carrie. *snort*
[the boy rides his bike around the car, Carrie goes from shocked to angry]
Neighborhood Kid: Crazy Carrie. Crazy Carrie.
[the boy is pushed to the ground falling off his bike]
Neighborhood Kid: [Both the boy and Carrie are shocked. The boy quickly gets up and rides away, Carrie watches him, then looks up towards heavenly light above and back down]

[Carrie tumbles down the stairs. She hits her back against the wall, leaving a blood splat and continues to fall down until she lands on the floor]
[Carrie looks up and sees Margret slowly making her way downstairs, her knife in hand. Carrie drags her herself back, away from Momma]
Carrie White: [Broken, you can tell by her voice she is hurt] Momma Please.
Carrie White: No Momma. Momma Please. Mommy. M...
Margaret White: [Soft] Its not your fault Carrie, it's mine...
Margaret White: [Crying] Mommy, this isn't praying.
[shakes her head and continues to drag herself]
Margaret White: ...You know the devil never dies. Keeps coming back, but ya gotta keep killing 'em...
Carrie White: [Almost a Whisper] No Momma.
Margaret White: ...Over and over again.
[She raises the knife. Carrie moves faster]
Carrie White: Momma Please. MOMMA!
[Marget lowers the knife, but she misses and hits the floor. Carrie turns to her stomach and tries to crawl away]
Carrie White: MOMMA NO!
[Carrie's hand hits the knife and knocks it forward]
Carrie White: [Margret grabs Carrie by the legs and pulls her] NO MOMMA! STOP IT!
[Margret has a hard to getting the knife with Carrie not staying still. She finally grabs]
Carrie White: NO! NO MOMMA! NO! NO MOMMA!
Carrie White: [Margret has Carrie's leg in one hand the knife in the other. She cuts Carrie's leg] AHHH!
[Carrie turns on her back. Margret tries to stab Carrie again. She misses her, by an inch and stabs the floor. The knife is stuck in the floor]
Carrie White: NO!
[Margret tries to pull the knife out of the floor. She climbs on top of Carrie]
Carrie White: STOP IT!
[the two girls fight, Carrie tries Margret off her, holding onto the knife. Margret tries to pull out the knife]
Margaret White: AGH!
Carrie White: MOMMA STOP IT!
[Carrie and Margret both pull the knife out, causing Carrie to punch Margret in the face]
Carrie White: UGHH!
[Margret's body sways to the left. She goes back in with the knife, and cuts Carrie's arm]
Carrie White: AHHH!
[Carrie throws her arms up. Margret raises up the knife]
Margaret White: WOHAAA!
[She brings it down right to Carrie. Carrie Flexes. The knife stops it an inch away from her face. Carrie keeps her the hold on the knife]
Margaret White: [Carrie tries to push the knife away. Margret is stronger. Carrie is broken, when turned to the world she was hurt, when she goes back to Momma she is more hurt. Margret brings it down, slowly. It's about to stab Carrie, but she Flexes. Her neck cranes]
Carrie White: UGHHHHHHA!
[Margret's body gets lifted up and stops mid-air]
Carrie White: [Carrie Flexes. EVERY SHARP OBJECT IN THE HOUSE IS FACING MARGRET. Margret is frozen, her eyes wide]
Margaret White: [Whispered] Carrie?
Carrie White: [Whispered] I'm sorry.
Margaret White: CARRIE!
Carrie White: AGHHHH!
[Carrie Flexes. They all impale Margret as she is sent flying backwards to the closet door]
Margaret White: [Some objects impale her chest. She's in pain] AHHHHH!
[RIGHT HAND: SCISSORS]
Margaret White: HUGHH!
[LEFT HAND: A SMALL WOODEN STAKE]
Margaret White: UGHHH!
[STOMACH: KNIFE]
Margaret White: ACH!
[CHEST: KNIFE]
Margaret White: UGH!
[MORE IMPALEMENTS NOT SHOWN. Carrie see's all of this, tears roll from her eyes]
Margaret White: Aghhhh-
[Margret is dead]

Carrie White: This unfrequented place to find some ease. Ease to the body some, none to the mind. Times past, and what once I was and what am now. O wherefore was my birth from Heaven foretold. Twice by an Angel, who at last in sight. Of both my Parents all in flames... ascended.


Carrie (1976)
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.

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.

Miss Collins: Carrie? Carrie. Carrie, what's the matter? What happened?
Carrie: Nothing.
Miss Collins: Was it one of the girls? Did one of the girls do something to you?
Carrie: No.
Miss Collins: What is it, then? You can trust me, you know that? Would you tell me?
Carrie: I got invited to the prom.
Miss Collins: That's great! That's fantastic! So what are you down here moping around for?
Carrie: Tommy Ross asked me.
Miss Collins: That's even better. He's really cute, huh?
Carrie: I know who he goes around with. They're just trying to trick me again. I know.

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.

Margaret White: Carrie, you haven't touched your apple cake.
Carrie: It gives me pimples, Mama.
Margaret White: Pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you.

Margaret White: Witch. Got Satan's Power.
Carrie: It has nothing to do with Satan, Mama. It's me. Me. If I concentrate hard enough, I can move things.

Margaret White: You must renounce this power. You must give it up. You must never use it.
Carrie: I'm goin', Mama. You can't stop me. And I don't wanna walk about it anymore.

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."

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]

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.

Carrie: [about Tommy's pollution poem] it's beautiful.
Mr. Fromm: Carrie White! Beautiful, beautiful
[sarcastically joyful]
Mr. Fromm: BEAUTIFUL! Oh beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain, is that the kind of beautiful you mean, Carrie?
[the whole class laughs]

Carrie: [reading from a library book] Telekinesis... thought to be the ability to move... or to cause changes... in objects... by force of the mind...?


Carrie (2002) (TV)
Carrie White: Does everyone think they can go on playing tricks on me?

Helen Shyres: Oh my God, where did you get that dress?
Carrie White: I made it.
Helen Shyres: [impressed] Shut up!
Carrie White: [confused] You shut up!
Helen Shyres: Seriously, you made that?
Carrie White: I did. I... I like to sew. It's a real simple pattern.
[she walks past Helen]
Helen Shyres: [gasps] Look at your ass!
Carrie White: [confused] What?
Helen Shyres: Okay, after seeing your ass, the whole "nun in street clothes" thing is no longer acceptable.
Tommy Ross: [to Carrie] That was a compliment.

Margaret White: [Carrie has just slammed a door and upended a table] 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.
[pause]
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.
[pause]
Sue Snell: I'll drive you as far as Florida. Then I have to come back.

Margaret White: I can see your dirty pillows. Everyone will.
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.

Margaret White: You've gone so far astray, I fear for you.
Carrie White: You really think I'm going to burn in hell, Momma, just for going to my prom?
Margaret White: I don't want to think about what's going to happen to you. Sin knows you now. It will find you.
Carrie White: Momma...
Margaret White: Your sin will find you, Carrie, and when it does, not even Jesus can help you.
Carrie White: [exasperated] Jesus will help me. He will help me if I really need him.
Margaret White: Not if he doesn't love you anymore.
Carrie White: Jesus loves everybody, Momma - even me!

Chris Hargensen: I mean she practically talked me into getting Botox last year!
Carrie White: Maybe she thought you needed it.

Tommy Ross: So... did your ceiling like... just collapse or something?
Carrie White: Yes. Yes my ceiling just collapsed, just now.
Tommy Ross: Whoa. Can I see it?
Carrie White: No.

Estelle Horan: [wakes up to find Carrie standing next to her] 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.


Monster Therapy (2014)
Carrie: I drove my first car today... into my gym teacher.