Margaret White: I should have killed myself when he put it in me.
Miss Collins: Carrie, was it one of the girls? Did one of the girls do something to you? Carrie White: No. Miss Collins: Well, what is it then? You can trust me, you know that? Carrie White: I got invited to the prom. Miss Collins: That's wonderful! So, what are you moping around for? Carrie White: Tommy Ross asked me. Miss Collins: That's even better. He's really cute, huh? Carrie White: I know who he goes around with. They're just trying to trick me again. I know.
Carrie White: Tommy, why am I here? Tommy Ross: Because it's the prom. Carrie White: No, I mean, why am I here with you? Tommy Ross: Because I asked you. Carrie White: Why'd you ask me? Tommy Ross: I don't know. Because you liked my poem... only I didn't write it, someone else did.
Margaret White: Take that dress off. I can see your dirty pillows. Carrie: They're called breasts, mama, and every woman has them.
Margaret White: There'll all gonna laugh at you!
Margaret White: The children are wandering through the valley of sin these days. Mrs. Snell: My Sue is a good girl. Margaret White: These are Godless times, Mrs. Snell. Mrs. Snell: I'll drink to that.
Margaret White: The children are wandering through the wilderness of sin these days, Mrs. Snell. Mrs. Snell: My Sue is a good girl. Margaret White: These are godless times, Mrs. Snell. Mrs. Snell: I'll drink to that.