Margaret White: Carrie, you haven't touched your apple cake.
Carrie White: It gives me pimples, Mama.
Margaret White: Pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you.
Carrie White: [after long pause] Mama?
Margaret White: Yeah.
Carrie White: Mama, please say that I've to try and get along with people better.
Margaret White: [giggles] What are you going on about, Carrie?
Carrie White: I've been invited to the prom.
Margaret White: [long pause, then looking sternly at Carrie] Prom?
Carrie White: Yeah, the prom. Everyone's goin--
Margaret White: It was that teacher that called, wasn't it?
Carrie White: Please see that I'm not like you, Mama, I'm fummy... [weird] I mean, all the kids think I'm funny, and I don't wanna be. I wanna be normal, I wanna start to try me, a whole person, before it's too late for me to--.
[Margaret throws tea on her face, Carrie wipes it off]
Carrie White: His name is Tommy Ross, and he's a very nice boy, Mama
Margaret White: No.
Carrie White: And he promised to come in and meet you--
Margaret White: I said no.
Carrie White: --and he'd have me home by midnight and--
Margaret White: No, no, no, no!
Carrie White: I've accepted, Mama! I accepted it!
Margaret White: Go to your closet!
Carrie White: No!
Margaret White: [pause] After all you've been taught, Carrie
Carrie White: Everything isn't bad, Mama! Everything isn't a sin!
Margaret White: Go to your closet and pray, ask to be forgiven.
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