He's not coming. He is coming, Mama. Now stop it. I'm nervous enough. No, he's not coming....

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.