Chloë Grace MoretzQuotes

Shelby: I am so happy I found you guys. That was the most weird party ever. I thought college parties were supposed to be fun or something.

Nora: Yeah, I felt unsafe.

Beth: It was super rapey in there.

Nora: If I’m being honest, I’ve never done drugs before, but college is about new experiences.

Carrie Fuller: Look! Big Momma even made Poncho happy!

Carrie: Momma, before you say anything else, I've been asked to prom. Momma, I've been asked to prom.

Margaret: Oh, God, Why?

Carrie: It's next Saturday and he's a very nice boy, and he'll come in and meet you before and he promised to have me home by 10:30.

Margaret: No, no, no, no.

Carrie White: [Margret is stunned.] I've already accepted. I know this scares you, it scares me too. The other kids... they... they... think I'm weird, but I don't wanna be, I have to try and be a whole person before it's too late.

Margaret: He'll hurt you.

Carrie: No, Momma, no, Momma, th-there are bad people but not Tommy, he's good, you'll like him, he's a very nice boy.

Margaret: Boys, boys, after the blood... comes the boys, sniffing, slobbering like dogs!

Carrie: Stop it, Mamma!

Margaret: He's gonna- he's gonna paw at you, until he finds out where that blood smell comes from. He's gonna take you Carrie, in his car, out to the wilderness, out where its cold and the roadhouses are and the whiskey!

Carrie: Stop being so crazy!

Margaret: Y-you tell that boy you're not going!

Carrie: No!

Margaret: We'll move from here, we're never gonna stop moving.

Carrie: No, Momma!

Margaret: You're gonna go to your closet and you're gonna pray, you're gonna get in there and you're gonna pray for forgiveness!

Carrie: [Carrie's stress telepathically lifts the furniture in the living room. Margaret screams and falls to her knees along with all the furniture in the living room; Carrie is shocked as Margret looks up at her daughter in shock.; Margret is still stunned and stares at Carrie; she telekinetically lifts Margaret two feet above the ground. Margaret screams and cries, looking at the ground in fright.] NO, NEVER AGAIN, MOMMA!!! Momma, stand up. Momma, stand up! Momma, I'm going.

Margaret: Witch.

Carrie: I'm not a witch, Momma. There are no witches.

Margret: The devil's got her now.

Carrie: It's not the devil, Momma, there are other people out there like me that can do what I can do.

Margret: You poor child, don't you know? Don't you know he's working through you?

Carrie: Momma, it's inherited, it was passed down from grandma and it skipped you.

Margret: No, no, no.

Carrie: Y-you know that.

Margret: No, no, no.

Carrie: Or maybe it came from daddy.

Margaret: He gave me a cancer, I thought you were cancer.

Carrie: [Margaret starts muttering prayers; she drops Margaret to the ground as she cries in relief and fear] Momma, that's awful, don't say that! You pray for all you want, Momma, but I'm going, and nothing's gonna stop me. And I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

Carrie White: [touching Sue's Belly] It's a girl.

Carrie White: [to Margaret before she uses her telekinesis on the knives at her.] I'm sorry!

Carrie White: Please, just stop trying to trick me!

Carrie White: It's not the devil, mamma, there are other people out there like me that can do what I can do!

Carrie White: [to Margaret when she was locked in the closet by Margaret] LET ME-! LET ME GO, LET ME OUT, (screams 2 times), HELP, GOD, YOU SUCK!

Carrie White: (to Margaret (Carrie's Mom)) (gets thrown in the closet by Margaret) OW, MAMA!

Chelsea Lutz: Jodie says you're a bad babysitter.

Lisa: Yeah? Well Jodie's... what's the word? Dead.

Chelsea Lutz: Is not.

Lisa: That little shit got me fired.

Billy Lutz: [points to Chelsea's closet] Dare you to go there.

Lisa: You give me your KISS poster if i do it.

Billy Lutz: Okay.

Lisa: Okay.

Chelsea Lutz: You're going to make her mad.

Chelsea Lutz: How many brothers and sisters do you have?

Kathy Lutz: Chelsea?

Chelsea Lutz: Hey, Mommy.

Kathy Lutz: Hi, hon. Who are you talking to?

Chelsea Lutz: The girl who lives in my closet.

Kathy Lutz: Oh, yeah? And what's her name?

Chelsea Lutz: Jodie.

Kathy Lutz: You know there are plenty of other little girls to play with in town too?

Chelsea Lutz: I know, but Jodie says they're all mean.

Kathy Lutz: Is that Jodie?

Chelsea Lutz: No, that's someone else.

Kathy Lutz: Who?

Chelsea Lutz: I'm not supposed to say who. She says it's an A-hole.

Kathy Lutz: You are not allowed to say that word.

Papa Georges/Georges Méliès: Back from the dead.

Mama Jeanne/Jeanne d'Alcy: Stop it, Georges! Stop it! This is your work!

Papa Georges/Georges Méliès: [looking at Hugo] My work?! What am I? Nothing but a penniless merchant, a broken windup toy! I trusted you. This is how you thank me. You're cruel. Cruel.

Isabelle: I should get back.

Hugo: Okay.

Isabelle: Thank you... for the movie today. It... It was a gift.

Hugo: [angry and disappointed that the automaton hasn't written anything of sense] What an idiot! Thinking I could fix it!

Isabelle: Hugo...

Hugo: [sits in chair, covers his face and begins to cry] It's broken! It's always been broken!

Isabelle: Hugo, it doesn't have to be like this. You can fix it.

Hugo: [crying] You don't... you don't understand. I thought... I thought if I could fix it... then I wouldn't be so alone.

Isabelle: Hugo, Hugo look! It... it's not done!

Hugo: [voice breaking] It's not writing! It... it's drawing!

Hugo: [the automaton signs Georges Méliès' name] That's the movie my father saw!

Isabelle: [amazed] Georges Méliès. That's Papa Georges name. Why would your father's machine sign Papa Georges name?

Hugo: [picks up drawing and looks at robot; turns to Isabelle] I don't know. Thank you. It was a message from my father. And now I have to figure it out.

Hugo: My father took me to the movies all the time. He told me about the first one he ever saw. He went into a dark room, and on a white screen, he saw a rocket *fly* - into the eye of the man in the moon. - It went straight in.

Isabelle: Really?

Hugo: He said it was like seeing his dreams in the middle of the day. The movies were our special place.

Isabelle: Come on.

Hugo: Where are we going?

Isabelle: Only to the most wonderful place on earth. It's Neverland and Oz and Treasure Island all wrapped into one.

Isabelle: We could get into trouble!

Hugo: That's how you know it's an adventure.

Isabelle: Who are you?

Hugo: Your grandfather stole my notebook. I've got to get it back before he burns it.

Isabelle: Papa Georges isn't my grandfather. And he isn't a thief. You're the thief. You're nothing but a - a reprobate.

Isabelle: Once upon a time, I met a boy named Hugo Cabret. He lived in a train station. Why did he live in a train station, you might well ask. That's really what this book is going to be about. And about how this singular young man searched to hard to find a secret message from his Father, and how that message lead his way, all the way home.

Isabelle: This might be an adventure, and I've never had one before - outside of books, at least.

Isabelle: Why would my key fit into your father's machine?

Angie Steadman: It all starts in middle school, y'know. You're not a kid anymore, the coddling's stopped. Kids aren't separated by intelligence. The weak are picked on. The girls you've known since kindergarten won't even talk to you anymore.

Greg: Okay, well it sounds like you've got it all figured out, so go back to your book.

Angie Steadman: You know, Patty? One day you'll wake up and all the things you thought were important won't be anymore.

Angie Steadman: You rejected the school paper, but you joined the Safety Patrol? Are you working your way down the evolutionary ladder?

Angie Steadman: It's completely barbaric. This place is an intellectual wasteland, but it's nice to meet a person more interested in his mind than his body.