Carrie Page #2

O Lord!

Help the sinning woman

see the sin of her days and ways.

Show her that if she had remained sinless

the curse of blood would not be on her.

She may be tempted by the Antichrist.

She may have had lustful thoughts...

No, Mama!

Don't lie, Carrietta!

Don't you know I can see inside you?

I can see the sin as surely as God can!

- Let me go, Mama.

- We'll pray!

- We'll pray, woman!

- No!

Pray to Jesus for all the lustful,

sinning souls.

No!

God visited Eve with the curse.

And the curse was the curse of blood.

No, Mama!

And he visited Eve with the second curse.

And this was the curse of childbearing.

And Eve brought forth Cain

in sweat and blood.

Genesis 3:
16!

Mama! Let me out!

Mama, please! Let me out!

Mama, please!

Let me out, Mama! God...!

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom...

Thank you, Mama.

You can go to bed now.

There is power, power,

wonder-working power in the blood

of the lamb...

Carrie?

Carrie?

Carrie?

Carrie?

Carrie?

Open the door.

It's open, Mama.

What was that noise?

What noise?

Go to bed.

Yes, ma'am. Saying my prayers...

"What are you going to leave

for us, you people in your big cars,

spewing pollution into the air?"

"You people with heavy feet,

trampling down the wilderness."

"You people who peer into

the back seats of our cars,

hours after you come out

of the back doors of your motels."

"Soon all we will have is each other."

"And that could be enough."

"If you will let us have room enough

and air enough

and peace enough

to love each other

as you never could."

Hm.

I... I really must say... I must confess

this poem displays

the most extraordinary talent.

Talent extraordinary for you,

Tommy Ross.

You know, Tommy,

this is slightly different from running

touchdowns and hitting home runs.

Class,

any criticisms?

Anyone?

It's beautiful.

Carrie White!

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Beautiful!

"Oh, beautiful for spacious skies,

for amber waves of grain" !

Is that the beautiful you mean?

Is it, Carrie, hmm?

Well, Carrie, this is hardly a criticism.

You suck.

Tommy, did you say something, Tommy?

- Who, me?

- Yes, you.

I said "Aw, shucks."

Roll call:
Blake.

Present.

- Borne.

- Here.

- Gogin.

- Present.

- Grace.

- Here.

- Hargenson.

- Here.

- Litton.

- Yeah.

- MacDermit.

- Present.

- O'Shea.

- Present.

- Pollock.

- Here.

- Shires.

- Present.

- Snell.

- Here.

- Watson.

- Present.

- And the Wilsons.

- We're here.

Okay, line up.

Line up!

Move it!

On your feet right now! Two lines!

Alice and Mary, eyes front.

Katie...

You, too, Chris.

And spit out that gum.

- Where'll I put it, Miss Collins?

- You can choke on it for all I care.

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