Carrie White is a shy, troubled teenage girl with the unwanted and often uncontrollable gift of telekenisis, the ability to move any objects...更多>
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! Helen Shyres: Oh my god, where did you get that dress? Carrie White: I made it. Helen Shyres: [Impressed] Shut up! Carrie White: You shut up! Helen Shyres: Seriously, you made that? Carrie White: I did. I... I like to sew. It's a real simple pattern. [walks past Helen] Helen Shyres: [gasps] Look at your ass! Carrie White: 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. [Talking about Carrie White] 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. Sue Snell: [watching Chris walk in] Has Chris said anything? Helen Shyres: Only that she hates your guts. 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! [girls follow Chris and Tina to showers] Girl in Locker Room: Did you get your period? Girls in Locker Room: [chanting] Period. Period. Period... Tina Blake: [to Carrie] Oh, hey Carrie! Do you want to come sit in Chris's desk today? I just, I don't think she's going to be using it since you got her kicked out of school! [Estelle wakes up to find Little Carrie standing next to her] 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. Estelle Horan: [calling after Little Carrie] Do yourself a favor and run away from home! Chris Hargensen: [about Carrie] God, I hate her! Chris Hargensen: You can't talk to us like that! My dad's a lawyer. [Carrie has just slammed a door and upended a table] 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. [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. 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! Detective John Mulcahey: Do you consider yourself anti-religious, Sue?