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.
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?
Tommy Ross: Yeah?
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: 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.
Margaret White: We'll pray. We'll pray. We'll pray for the last time. We'll pray.
Carrie: [about Tommy's pollution poem] it's beautiful.
Mr. Fromm: Carrie White! Beautiful, beautiful
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]
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.
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.
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...?
Miss Collins: The period's not up, Hargenson.
Chris Hargenson: It is for me.
Miss Collins: [to the other girls] Keep running!
Miss Collins: Well, there are ten minutes left.
Chris Hargenson: Stick 'em up your...
[Miss Collins slaps her]
Chris Hargenson: You can't hit us! You'll get canned for this, you bitch!
Miss Collins: One more word out of you, and I'm gonna knock you down! Do you understand me?
Chris Hargenson: She can't get away with this if we all stick together! Norma? Helen? Sue!
Sue Snell: Shut up, Chris. Just shut up.
Chris Hargenson: This isn't over. This isn't over by a long shot!
Miss Collins: You're out of the prom, Hargenson.
[she turns to the other girls]
Miss Collins: Okay, the show's over. In place! Run! One, two! One, two! One, two!
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.
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.
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]
Chris Hargenson: I want you to do something.
Billy Nolen: What?
Chris Hargenson: Something important.
[unzips Billy's pants and performs oral sex on him]
Chris Hargenson: Oh, Billy. Billy. Oh, Billy. Oh, Billy. Billy. Oh, Billy. Oh. Oh, Billy. I hate Carrie White.
Billy Nolen: Who?
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."
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.
Margaret White: Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.
Chris Hargenson: She can't get away with this. I'm gonna get her.
Sue Snell: Let it go, Chris.
Chris Hargenson: Like Hell, I will!
Chris Hargenson: Don't be in such a hurry.
Billy Nolen: Don't be in such a hurry. I'm hurrying away from you, you know that?
Chris Hargenson: No, you're not.
Billy Nolen: Pain right in the ass.
Miss Collins: Carrie? Carrie. Carrie, what's the matter? What happened?
Miss Collins: Was it one of the girls? Did one of the girls do something to you?
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.
Billy Nolen: [preparing to kill a pig] Here little piggy... I'm gonna bash your little head in, and you don't have to worry about the bomb no more!
Chris Hargenson: [Billy sloshes beer on her clothes as a police cruiser appears] Watch it, you stupid shit!
Billy Nolen: [fakes a smile, then turns to her as the cruiser drives off] Don't call me that!
Chris Hargenson: Well, look what you just did!
Chris Hargenson: Dumb shit.
Billy Nolen: [his back hand slaps her] I told you not to call me that!
Chris Hargenson: [a car speeds towards them] Watch out! You wanna get us killed? Dumb shit.
Billy Nolen: You fuck!
Billy Nolen: Keep that damned light straight!
Chris Hargenson: [blood drops onto the flashlight] Watch it, you stupid shit, you're getting blood all over the place!
Billy Nolen: [starts laughing] Who are you calling a stupid shit? I mean you can't even keep that fuckin' light straight!
Chris Hargenson: Hurry up! Do you hear me, just hurry up!
Billy Nolen: [drawls] Yes, Ma'am! We're doing the BEST we can, we sure are!
Chris Hargenson: [whines] Just hurry up, I wanna go home!
Billy Nolen: Just keep your tits on, and I'll let you pull the rope when the time comes.
Chris Hargenson: I intend to.
Billy Nolen: [winks at her] I know.
Billy Nolen: That Carrie White, she sure is cute.
Chris Hargenson: Shut up.
Billy Nolen: I thought you said they were gonna win.
Chris Hargenson: They will. It won't even be close. I called in a few favors.
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.
Tommy Ross: What is the big deal?
Miss Collins: Because it is a very big deal for Carrie White, and you know it!
Tommy Ross: Well, she already said no, anyway.
Sue Snell: Yeah, well, with a little effort, you can change that.
Tommy Ross: Don't count your chickens.
Miss Collins: Just don't try!
Tommy Ross: Fine. I won't try.
Sue Snell: Hey, wait a second! It's not fine! You can't order someone not to take someone to the prom.
Miss Collins: Well, you know, I can make sure that you don't hurt Carrie White anymore.
Sue Snell: We're not trying to hurt her, Miss Collins. We're trying to help her!
Miss Collins: How? Hey, Tommy. Um, don't you think you're just gonna look a little ridiculous when you walk in the prom with Carrie White?
Sue Snell: We don't care how we look. Do we?
Tommy Ross: Well...