Margaret White: Carrie, you haven't touched your apple cake.
Carrie: It gives me pimples, Mama.
Margaret White: Pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you.
Carrie: Tommy?
Tommy Ross: Yeah?
Carrie: Why?
Tommy Ross: Why what?
Carrie: Why am I here?
Tommy Ross: Because it's the prom.
Carrie: Why am I here with you?
Tommy Ross: Because I asked you.
Carrie: Why'd you ask me?
Tommy Ross: Because I wanted to.
Carrie: Why'd you want to?
Tommy Ross: Because you liked my poem. Only I didn't write it. Somebody else did.
Carrie: Oh.
Margaret White: Witch. Got Satan's Power.
Carrie: It has nothing to do with Satan, Mama. It's me. Me. If I concentrate hard enough, I can move things.
Margaret White: They're all gonna laugh at you.
Margaret White: You must renounce this power. You must give it up. You must never use it.
Carrie: I'm goin', Mama. You can't stop me. And I don't wanna walk about it anymore.
Miss Collins: You too, Chris, and spit out that gum.
Chris Hargenson: Where will I put it, Miss Collins?
Miss Collins: You can choke on it for all I care just get it out of your mouth.
Billy Nolen: That Carrie White, she sure is cute.
Chris Hargenson: Shut up.
Billy Nolen: I thought you said they were gonna win.
Chris Hargenson: They will. It won't even be close. I called in a few favors.
Answer: He starts to genuinely like her, hence his disgusted reaction at the sick practical joke played on her.
Manky