Carrie Quotes in Road House (1989)

Carrie: What did you do there last night?

Dalton: What do you mean?

Carrie: You fired the bartender, Pat.

Dalton: He was skimming.

Carrie: You should not have done that, Dalton.

Dalton: Yeah, why's that?

Carrie: You just shouldn't have, that's all.

Carrie: [hands him food] Here you go. Breakfast.

Dalton: Oh, thank you.

Carrie: [starts to giggle] Oh, my God.

Dalton: What is the joke?

Carrie: Well, there's no joke. I just think I'm lookin' at a dead man, though.

Dalton: It seems everywhere I go, I hear that same joke.

Carrie: Yeah? Well, something tells me you bring it on yourself.

Carrie: Who is that guy?

Cody, Band Singer at Double Deuce: Ladies and gentlemen... Wade Garrett.

Hank: Holy shit!

Wade Garrett: Exactly right.

Morgan: If you're not drinkin', YOU'RE outta here!

Carrie: Don' let 'im bother you. Morgan was born an asshole and jus' got bigger.

Carrie: I'm Carrie Ann!... If you need ANYTHING... ANYTHING, jus' let me know.

Carrie: You gotta name?

Dalton: Yeah.

Carrie: Well, what IS it?

Dalton: Dalton.

Carrie: [laughing] Ohhh my God! Shit! I've heard of youuu!

Pat McGurn: 'Ey Carrie Ann! What're'ya waitin' for? Christmas? MOVE!

Carrie: Ah shut up. I'm goin'. Jesus Christ.

Carrie: [after being given the handle of "Frog" by Bandit] Why?

Bandit: Because you're always hoppin around. And kinda you're cute, like a frog. And I'd like ta jump ya.

Carrie: You have a great profile.

Bandit: Yeah, I do, don't I? Especially from the side.

Carrie: Well, at least we agree on something.

Bandit: Yeah. We both like half of my face.

Bandit: Well, go girl, go!

Carrie: [She is driving] I'm goin' I'm goin! I got the metal to the petal and the thing to the floor!

Bandit: [Bandit and Frog walking through the wooded area] When you tell somebody somethin', it depends on what part of the country you're standin' in... as to just how dumb you are.

Carrie: Mr Bandit, you have a lyrical way of cutting through the bullshit.

Bandit: And you have a unique way with the English language, Miss Frog.

Carrie: Would a cop taking a leak on the side of the road interest you?

Bandit: [looking] Yes it would... He was taking a 10-100

Carrie: Well that's better than a 10-*2*00

[both laugh]

Carrie: I think I just went 10-100.

Bandit: Well that's Better than 10-200.

Carrie: [a little flustered] Yes that's true.

[they both laugh]

Bandit: [commenting on Carrie's legs] Well, Cowboys love fat calves.

Carrie: They're not fat!

Bandit: Well, they're bigger then mine.

Carrie: Do we really wanna talk about legs?

Bandit: Well, one of us does. Otherwise we...

Carrie: Smart ass.

Carrie: Don't you ever take off that hat?

Bandit: I take my hat off for one thing, and one thing only.

Carrie: Oh...

[beat]

Carrie: Take your hat off.

[Bandit looks stunned]

Carrie: If you want to...

Bandit: I want to.

Carrie: Actually, my heaviest relationship was with an acid-rock singer... named Robert Crumly. We were together, oh, eight-and-a-half days. God, I really thought that was it.

Bandit: And?

Carrie: One day, I came home and found him in the shower... with a girl... and her mother!

Bandit: Well, at least he kept it in the family.

Bandit: Cledus, get the money.

Cledus Snow: Yeah, how 'bout the money?

Little Enos: How 'bout double or nothin'?

Cledus Snow: How 'bout forgettin' it?

Bandit: Wait a minute. What about double or nothin'?

Little Enos: You run up to Boston, and bring back some clam chowder for me and my daddy.

Carrie: You're on.

Bandit: Uh, you're on.

Big Enos: In 18 hours?

Bandit: You're still on.

Cledus Snow: WHAT? You're *crazy*! And I'm *divorced*!

[Bandit has just used a broken bridge to jump a river]

Carrie: That was great! I want to jump something else! I want to jump a car, or a house, I wanna jump something!

Bandit: [still shaking] Then jump me!

Bandit: What's a Texas county mounty doing in Arkansas?

Cledus Snow: I don't know.

Carrie: I don't know.

[Bandit looks at her]

Carrie: I don't know!

Bandit: [on the CB] Well who the heck knows?

Cledus Snow: I really don't know.

Bandit: What the hell was that?

Carrie: A left. Or a half a U.

Carrie: I think I'm in love with your belt buckle.

Carrie: Well, what are we going to do when we go home?

Bandit: Go to bed... for a week.

Carrie: Good idea!

Bandit: ...And sleep!

Carrie: Wanna bet?

Carrie: Cledus has a heart, he cares about something other than himself.

Carrie: Let's face it, Sinatra sang "My Way" and you sang "Let's Do Something Cheap and Superficial".

'Bandit': I'm the only guy in the world who could drink up a Trans-Am.

Carrie: Can you imagine Roy Rogers selling Trigger for a 6-pack?

'Bandit': No.

'Bandit': I didn't take Charlotte to Texas.

Carrie: You didn't?

'Bandit': No.

Carrie: What about Big Enos?

'Bandit': Let him get his own elephant.

Carrie: What about the money?

'Bandit': I blew it. But we can still make it.

Carrie: Have you got more than a dollar?

'Bandit': Yeah.

Carrie: In cash?

'Bandit': Yeah.

Carrie: Then that's good enough.

Carrie: [Gets angry at Bo and storms out of club ,he follows] That is it for you! You have had it! You're hooked! You're a fame junkie! They should give you intravenous feedings of People magazine and National Enquirer headlines!... And if you're a real good boy,they'll give you a Tonight Show enema!

'Bandit': [Confused by her attitude] What is the matter?

Carrie: [Ignores him and concludes before leaving] ... and if you weren't so dumb,they'd put you on Cross-Wits!

Carrie: Yes, yes all right. This Jered guy, he, jumped up on stage, he attacked the guards - nearly killed himself! And he was brave, and he was noble, and I'm certain he thought he was saving me, even in the cellar. And he saved my life! So he's a total idiot!

Karak Demoncaller: We have a problem. I can't fly.

Carrie: But if you had a really big shovel...

[Charles comes running after Carrie]

Charles: Ehm, look. Sorry, sorry. I just, ehm, well, this is a very stupid question and... , particularly in view of our recent shopping excursion, but I just wondered, by any chance, ehm, eh, I mean obviously not because I guess I've only slept with 9 people, but-but I-I just wondered... ehh. I really feel, ehh, in short, to recap it slightly in a clearer version, eh, the words of David Cassidy in fact, eh, while he was still with the Partridge family, eh, "I think I love you," and eh, I-I just wondered by any chance you wouldn't like to... Eh... Eh... No, no, no of course not... I'm an idiot, he's not... Excellent, excellent, fantastic, eh, I was gonna say lovely to see you, sorry to disturb... Better get on...

Carrie: That was very romantic.

Charles: Well, I thought it over a lot, you know, I wanted to get it just right.

Carrie: Just before I go, when were you thinking of announcing the engagement?

Charles: Uhh... I'm sorry, whose engagement?

Carrie: Ours. I assumed, since we slept together, that we would be getting married. What did you think?

Charles: [looks surprised] What? I'm... gosh, you know, that's, umm... It takes a lot of thinking, that kind of thing, I mean, uhh... Obviously, I'm...

[chuckles and relaxes]

Charles: You're joking.

[Carrie chuckles as well]

Charles: God... For a moment there, I thought I was in "Fatal Attraction". I though you were... Glenn Close, and I was gonna get home and find my pet rabbit in the stove.

Carrie: No... But I think we both missed a great opportunity here.

Carrie: First of all, l'd like to thank all of you who've flown in from the States. I'm really touched. As for the rest of you, l'd have thought that lots of frightful Americans flying in was an excuse for staying away, so I thank you, too.

Carrie: I think we both missed a great opportunity here.

Carrie: Having a good night?

Charles: Yes. It's right up there with my father's funeral for sheer entertainment value.

Charles: Let me ask you one thing. Do you think - after we've dried off, after we've spent lots more time together - you might agree *not* to marry me? And do you think not being married to me might maybe be something you could consider doing for the rest of your life?

Carrie: I do.

[Charles and Carrie are in bed after the first wedding, removing each other's clothes]

Carrie: What about this? Do you think a vicar would think... things had slipped just a little bit... out of his control?

Charles: I think he might. This kind of thing is really meant... to bring the honeymoon into the service itself.

Carrie: Why do you think it's called "honeymoon"?

Charles: Um, I don't know... I suppose it's, uh, "honey" because it's sweet as honey, and "moon" because it's the first time a husband got to see his wife's bottom.

Carrie: Our timing has been very bad.

Charles: Yes it has been. Very bad.

Carrie: It's been a disaster.

Charles: It has been, as you say, very bad indeed.

Charles: There I was, standing there in the church, and for the first time in my whole life I realised I totally and utterly loved one person. And it wasn't the person next to me in the veil. It's the person standing opposite me now... in the rain.

Carrie: Is it still raining? I hadn't noticed.

Carrie: [eyes the boob cam] Beth's still in the truck.

Heather: What?

Carrie: Slut in truck!

Kate: DAMMIT!

Carrie: It's not that hard, uhm... when he speaks to you count to three in your head before you answer him.

Heather: Don't show any interest. Don't even look at him too much.

Carrie: Yeah yeah. You got it?

[long pause]

Carrie: I said you got it?

Kate: I was counting to three!

Beth: Not that slowly! We don't what him to think you're retarded!

Lori: [walks in] What are you girls doing?

Carrie: Destroying a man.

Lori: Who Do I Make My Check Out to?

[Kate's mom walks out]

Beth: Your mom is SO HOT!

Heather: So I talked to John. He was sweet. He felt bad for you. He said that you were jealous because we share something special. Something that we don't have to label because...

Beth: [interrupting] Because it's our unspoken bond and I just love how secure you are?

Carrie: And it hurts me to question it, because...

Heather, Beth, Carrie: [at the same time] ... YOU'RE THE ONLY GIRL FOR ME?

Heather: Damn! He said the same thing to all of us!

Beth: Figures. He makes up with us and he hooks up with us...

Carrie: [interrupts, whispers] You guys hooked up?

Beth: John and I share something special.

Carrie: Oh what, that they been both in your pants?

Beth: We share a vegan/nonviolent outlook on life.

Heather: [under her breath, coughs] Hippie slut.

Beth: [sarcastic] Oh nice, Heather. It's not like everyone doesn't know that little Miss Cheerleader brings it on.

Carrie: What, you too?

Heather: John and I belong together. He is the team captain and I am the head cheerleader.

Beth: Oh, I'm sorry, what kind of cheerleader?

Carrie: Oh, like he'd take either of you two seriously?

Beth: Do not lump me with her!

Heather: Oh so what, you're now better than me?

Kate: Shut up.

Heather, Beth: [peeved] What?

Kate: Sorry.

Heather: You got something to say?

Kate: No, it's none of my business.

[pause]

Kate: Okay, let me guess. Does he always use pet names like "Baby" and "Sweetheart?" Yeah, it's not out of affection, it's so he won't mix up your names. And he's all about an unspoken bond or something special, but never about a relationship. And the whole arrangement was your idea, so you feel guilty that he cheated.

Heather: Oh my God, you're dating John too?

Kate: No, I knew a guy like him... Skip.

Carrie: You should totally wear underwear to school.

Heather: [to camera Carrie is holding] Hasta la vista mutha f...

Carrie: Stop!... with the rhyming!

Carrie: You know what, that was no accident!

Heather: He's mine!

[pushes Carrie]

Heather: Stay away from him!

Carrie: Oh you little brat!

[slaps Heather]

Beth: [tries to break Carrie and Heather up] Girls, peace and love! C'mon you guys are fighting over -...

Heather: We're fighting over John Tucker, he's mine!

Beth: [throws volleyball at Heather] OH!

Heather: What the hell is your problem?

Beth: I am dating John Tucker.

[Heather throws a volleyball at Beth but Beth ducks, it hits Kate instead. Carrie and Beth slap each other]

Coach Williams: [whistle] ENOUGH! Let's get back in the game.

[Beth pushes Carrie, then Heather pushes Beth. Coach Williams tries to break up the fight. Carrie throws the volleyball that was supposed to get Beth and Heather, but gets Coach Williams instead. The crowd groans]

Carrie: Darn it Coach!

[Heather throws a bag of volleyballs at Beth, but gets Kate in the stomach instead]

Carrie: Just let me get through. Just let me get them

Coach Williams: PUT THOSE BALLS DOWN!

[Heather throws the same bag of volleyballs and hits Beth. Beth in return throws random volleyballs, one hitting Carrie and one hitting Kate. Then Beth rolls the whole cart of volleyballs and it knocks over Carrie, Heather, Kate, and Coach Williams like bowling pins. Beth lunges herself on Heather. Heather, Beth, and Carrie fight on the gym floor]

Kate: [blows Coach Williams' whistle] This guy is cheating on all of you and instead of taking it out on him, you are beating the shit out of each other?

Coach Williams: LANGUAGE!

[Coach Williams gets up, angrily]

Coach Williams: DETENTION! You, you, you, and YOU! Honestly...

[points to Carrie, Beth, Heather, and Kate. Coach Williams leaves the scene disgusted. Even Kate beats a hasty retreat]

Beth: [peeved] Who is that?

Heather: I don't know. Pam Something.

Heather: [Kate answers her door and it's Heather] I want to bring down you know who.

Beth: [Kate answers her door again and it's Beth] Normally, I'm opposed to the slaughter of animals, but in John Tucker's case, I'll make an exception.

Kate: [now in the house] I don't even know him.

Beth: So, you don't even know anyone. You're like the Swiss, you're neutered.

Carrie: Um, it's neutral. Kate, if the three of us tried this alone, we would kill each other. You brought us here. You showed us that we have something in common.

Heather: Exactly. We all want to kill John Tucker.

Kate: Wow. Okay.

Carrie: She's right. I mean he always making me feel guilty.

Kate: It seems to me that if a guy treats you like that...

Heather: [interrupts] You'd break up with him, blah, blah, blah...

Beth: Even John would have another girlfriend in a second.

Kate: No, I didn't say break up. I'd get even.

[Carrie, Beth, and Heather look at her]

Heather: Who are you?

Beth: I know, you're that girl that wigged out last year and got sent to rehab!

Kate: No, I...

Beth: [interrupts] Then you got taken away from bulimia.

Kate: No.

Beth: Fat camp?

Kate: No. My name is...

Detention Teacher: [enters the library, interrupting] Hey, no talking!

Kate: My name is...

Detention Teacher: [interrupts] No talking!

Volleyball Girl: You weren't at the party last night. Where were you?

Carrie: Well, it's totally on the DL. I mean, not fit to print. I'm dating... John Tucker.

Carrie: [sees the entire basketball team wearing thongs] Unbelievable.

Beth: [on phone, angrily] I'd hit him with my car if he wouldn't make body casts a fashion statement.

Carrie: [Carrie has realized that Beth is still in John Tucker's jeep] Oh my god! Beth!

Heather: What?

Carrie: Slut in truck! Let's go!

Carrie: Danger!

Dan: What?

Robin: What?

Carrie: Whit has a twin brother called Sly, he's the one that's been here the last two days.

Dan: What?

Robin: What "what"?

Carrie: Sly and Whit got switched at the mall, and Dr. Kinder kept Whit in her secret lab to experiment on.

Dan: Oh my God!

Robin: What?

Dan: She says Elana's got a secret lab, I don't believe this, Whit and Sly got switched at the mall!

Robin: What? Who's Sly?

Carrie: She's getting rid of the lab, and moving the babies to Liechtenstein.

Dan: Liechtenstein? Oh my God!

Carrie: Sly - Do I have time to go potty?

Sly: The potty? You're wearing the potty! Put it on hold, this is much more important.

Carrie: Easy for YOU to say!

Sly: Have you said "Dada" yet? They'll love that.

Carrie: Nah, that's stupid!

Sly: Say it... he'll go nuts! Then he'll call Mom, and they'll both go nuts.

Carrie: I've decided the first words I want to say will be The Gettysburg Address.

Goon Bob: You must be Sylvester. I heard about you, know karate. Well I'm a blackbelt. Would you care to try me on son?

Sly: Ohhh Noooo I'd be Toooo Scared.

Goon Bob: [looks down and sees sly's trap] Now, guess you expect me to step over the ski and you'll jump on the end and then the end will jump up and hit me in the gonads and I'll scream and make a funny face and I'll fall down the stairs. Well i think you've been seein' too many bad movies pal cause I'm just gonna step around the ski - just how stupid do you think i am?

Sly: [throws heavy object at Goon Bob causing him to jump back right into the ski, and quickly realizes that he is right where he doesn't want to be] Pretty Stupid!

[sly jumps down on the ski as the ski hits him very hard in the groin]

Goon Bob: [grunting in pain]

Carrie: What happened? Sly Kicked Him Right In The Forbidden Zone.

[the other babies groan Ohhhhhh Man! while also laughing as Goon Bob wobbles by]

Carrie: What are we going to do?

Sly: We're gonna train!

Carrie: We're Going On A Train? Hooray!

[other babies cheer at this]

Sly: [notices the 2 goons pretending to be from the power company that Dickie just let into the house] Its Elena's goons, they're after me. Quick into the bedroom. Hurry up.

Carrie: What's a goon?

Sly: [Sly and the other babies huddle around a sleeping lennie. Sly steps up and starts chanting] You are in my power. You will obey my commands. You are in my power. You will obey my commands. Before i take the babies home, I will drive to Babyco. Everything depends on my driving to Babyco.

Carrie: What are you trying to do?

Sly: I have a theory that grown ups remember our secret language in their sub-conscious. If i'm right... I can hypnotize him.

[returns to Lenny]

Sly: You are in my power. You will obey my commands. You will obey my power. You will obey my commands. All right now let's see if we've really got him. Lenny, raise your hand.

[Lenny raises his hand]

Sly: Ohhhhh!

[meanwhile in the very next room unseen by the babies - Dickie also raises his hand - -it looks as if Dickie has been hypnotized as well]

Duby: [points finger at sly and interrupts] Sly, make him pick his nose!

Carrie: yeah come on sly - make him pick it!

[other babies start agreeing]

Sly: no that's gross.

Carrie: Do it!

[babies start cheering sly to do it]

Sly: All right - -pick your nose now!

[other babies shout "pick it... pick it" then laugh hysterically as lennie picks his nose]

Sly: [then dickie still hypnotized in the other room starts picking his nose as well unseen by sly and the other babies]

Rebecca, Michelle, Carrie: Here's to the men that we love, here's to the men that love us. But the men that we love will never love us so fuck all that, here's to us.

Carrie: I was thinking about becoming a scientologist. They're always famous, you know. Is there like an audition or something? I could do a monologue from Ron L. Hubbard.

Carrie: Penis insecurity. When the penis doesn't get enough showmanship it has to remind itself that its still an almighty tool and can make any woman moan.

Carrie: Have you seen my boobs lately?

Rebecca: Yeah, they're pretty.

Carrie: Of course they are and you know why? Because I don't fucking jog!

Rebecca: How do I look?

Carrie: Like a summer flower that got rained on and stung by a bee.

Carrie: Babies are sticky.

Jack Lawrence: This kid is a major pain in the ass, he's so damn annoying.

Carrie: You don't like anything that's annoying.

Jack Lawrence: Who does?

Carrie: [serious] No, I mean that's a special thing for you.

Carrie: I quit weight watchers. Can you believe it? I quit! Fergie schmergie! I hate fiber. I like mallomars and if Derek isn't going to love me for the tiny amount of cellulite I have on the back of my thighs then fuck him. Screw that guy. This is the package ok? It's exactly the same under the wrapping. This is the packages, no exchanges, no returns. Right? Why does our society push us to be perpetually uncomfortable with who we are. It's so messed up! Wanna know why?

[reading from a magazine]

Carrie: " Boost your buttocks and thighs. Luscious Liposuction. Flawless face lifts." That's why. Enough is enough. We need to stop letting society and media and our religious leaders delegate who we are. You're amazing and I'm even more amazing and anybody who doesn't get it can screw themselves...

[sigh]

Carrie: That felt fantastic.

Carrie: She's the best. Strong, independent, feisty.

Gray: Who are you talking about?

Carrie: Who else? Queen Oprah. Oprah, Oprah the great. Oprah, I love her. Do you understand that I'm obsessed with her? I think she is so great that she should start her own religion - that's how much I love her. I love her so much that if she and Stedman couldn't have children and needed a little bit of help, I would surrogate a child for them. That's right. I would have Oprah's baby, that's how much I love her.

Gray: Wauw. That's a lot of love.

Robbie, The Hella-Burger Manager: You better control your friends or they're gonna end up in the hoosgow!

Carrie: [puzzled] The what?

Carrie: How would you feel if I wanted to know every little thing about you?

Joe: I'd feel loved.

Carrie: I saw you talking to someone pretty!

Rob: Yeah, man, who was that?

Joel: She was... just a girl.

[Hammering noises in the background]

Rob: Fuck!

Carrie: Rob, give it a rest.

Rob: Carrie, I am making a birdhouse.

Carrie: She decided to erase you almost as a lark.

Carrie: You're stoned and you're driving.

Rob: Pot balances me out. Pot brings me up. That's I smoke it if I'm going to be drinking.

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: 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.

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.

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...?

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. 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]

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.

[she leaves]

Margaret White: Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.

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.

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.

Chase Sinclair: I'll allow you to allow me to introduce myself. Hi, Chase Sinclair, regional VP of Consumart Industries, and can anybody tell me why I'm here at five AM instead of my penthouse apartment having my anus tickled by two Kashmiri pop stars?

Carrie: [slightly raising her hand] Does- does it have something to do with vampires?

Chase Sinclair: Well, that's part of the reason. More specifically, all of the dead vampires. Now, how do you suppose that happened? Act of god? Sickle Cell? I mean, they didn't just trip and fall on those wooden stakes.

Greeter: Uh, Bertram Moynaham did.

Chase Sinclair: [grudgingly] Except for Bertram Moynaham.

Carrie: What the hell is wrong with this town? Those guys were, like, fucking rabid.

Bone: They had fangs. Those other two died pretty quickly when I put a stake through their heart. So, obviously... they're Lutherans.