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Norman Bates (Character)
from Psycho (1960)

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Psycho II (1983)
Norman Bates: I don't kill people anymore.

Norman Bates: Would you care to share my toasted cheese sandwich?
Mrs. Spool: No thank you.

Norman Bates: Just, don't let them take me back to the institution.

Norman Bates: Mary, I'm becoming confused again, aren't I?
Mary: Of course not.
Norman Bates: [holding the knife] Don't lie to me! Not you!
Mary: Yes, Norman... you are becoming confused again.

Dr. Raymond: What's the matter?
Norman Bates: Uh, I saw someone!
Dr. Raymond: Where?
Norman Bates: Up there! In that window!
Dr. Raymond: I haven't had a tenant in the house for years.
Norman Bates: I guess I'm just nervous!
Dr. Raymond: Well, that's understandable under the circumstances.
Norman Bates: Yeah.

Sheriff John Hunt: Are you sure neither one of you heard anything between four to five this afternoon?
Norman Bates: No, I was...
Mary: [cutting Norman off] He was with me all afternoon. We were walking in the fields behind the house around that time.
Sheriff John Hunt: Okay. Nice to see you again, Norman.
[the sheriff and his deputy walk out. Mary closes the front door and watches them walk away]
Norman Bates: [to Mary; bewildered] Why did you do THAT?
Mary: Do what?
Norman Bates: Lie to the sheriff. You weren't with me all afternoon!
Mary: I had to do something! He was going to arrest you!
[Norman suddenly holds his head in pain, and slumps down into a nearby armchair]
Mary: Norman, what's wrong?
Norman Bates: It's starting again.

Mary Samuels/Mary Loomis: Then who did it?
Norman Bates: My mother did, she told me so herself.
Mary Samuels/Mary Loomis: Oh Norman... You're mad don't you know that? You're as mad as a hatter.
[the telephone rings]
Norman Bates: Should I answer it?
Mary Samuels/Mary Loomis: Why bother? It's only my mother. She shouldn't be calling she should be sitting back and gloating.
Norman Bates: I better answer it.

[Mary fishes out a blood-soaked towel from the toilet that overflows with blood]
Mary: Jesus! How'd that get in there?
Norman Bates: After I killed that kid in the cellar, I used that towel to clean up the mess, and then I flushed it down there.
Mary: Norman, you coudn't have killed that kid. You were locked in the attic.
Norman Bates: It wasn't locked! You said so yourself.
Mary: Norman, stop talking nonsense! I'm telling you, you did not kill anyone.
Norman Bates: Then how do you explain all this blood?
[Mary does not reply]
Norman Bates: [shouts] WELL?
Mary: I can't. I mean... I don't know.

Norman Bates: What kind of motel are you running here?
Warren Toomey: The kind that makes money. People come here to party. They stay for a few hours and then they leave. What more can you ask for a motel so far off the beaten track?
Norman Bates: You're fired!
Warren Toomey: Hey, you can't fire me. I was hired by the hospital to...
Norman Bates: [interrupting] The state has no claim over me or my property anymore... and neither do you. I want you out of here first thing tomorrow.
Warren Toomey: Yeah, well why don't you try putting me out, Mr. Wacko?
Norman Bates: I woun't have to. I'll just go to the police. I'm sure they'll be very intrested about what's going on here. Especially the drugs. Tomorrow, Mr. Toomey. And don't rent out anymore rooms in this motel! Not any more.
[exits]
Warren Toomey: [shouting at Norman walking away] At least my customers have a good time! What do yours get, Bates? Huh? Dead! That's what! Murdered by you, you loony!

Norman Bates: Where did you get that gun?
Mary: Uh... my mother gave it to me.

Mary: Do you know what it's like trying to sleep in a one-room apartment when a couple's making love five feet from you?
Norman Bates: Noisy?

Mary: Can I use your phone again?
Norman Bates: Sure. Who you're gonna call?
Mary: Uh, I just remembered of a girl friend I have in town, well, she's sort of a girl friend, but maybe she'll let me spend the night at her place.
Norman Bates: I thought you were going to stay here. You're more than welcome to stay, there's a free room upstairs.
Mary: I don't think that's a good idea.
Norman Bates: Why?
Mary: Look, I don't wanna hurt your feelings or anything, but Myrna talked about you on the Diner today. Mrs Spool told her to shut up but she didn't. She said you've been locked up.
Norman Bates: [upset] Did she tell you why?
[Mary nods no]
Norman Bates: Well I'll tell you. When I was little, I had a fight with my mother, so I put some poison in her tea, you know. But I'm all right now.
Mary: You sure?
Norman Bates: Sure! Otherwise they wouldn't give a job on a diner would they?
Mary: I don't know, it takes a nut to work there.

Norman Bates: [shouting] Cut it out, Toomey!

Norman Bates: Are you really my Mother?
Mrs. Spool: The name Spool doesn't mean anything to you?
Norman Bates: No. Should it?
Mrs. Spool: It was Norma Bates' maiden name. The woman you thought was your mother was my sister.

Mrs. Spool: She never mentioned me, did she?
Norman Bates: No, she didn't. You sure you won't have a sandwich?
Mrs. Spool: Pardon?

Norman Bates: Are you alright?
Mary: Of course, I'm alright? Will you please leave me alone.
Norman Bates: Look, I don't know what happened but I own a motel not too far from here, and you'd be welcome to spend the night in one of the empty rooms if you'd like.

[repeated line]
Norman Bates: Goodnight, Mary.

Norman Bates: [on the phone] Who is this? My Mother is dead.

Norman Bates: [to Mr. Statler] I'm telling you there was a note on that wheel from my dead mother.

Norman Bates: [on the phone to Dr. Raymond] I trust her. She would never do anything to hurt me.

Norman Bates: No, she'll kill you. I know she will.

Norman Bates: [on the phone to Mrs. Bates] No, Mother. I won't do that. You can't make me kill her.

[first lines]
Norman Bates: [voice-over] Mother, oh God, Mother. Blood! Blood!
Judge: The basis of the staff report Norman Bates is judged returned to sanity and is ordered released at will.

Dr. Raymond: You don't have to stay. I could find you a place in town.
Norman Bates: No, no. I... I want to stay here.
Dr. Raymond: As long as you realize the memories are more likely to reoccur here. But you know how to handle that now, don't you?
Norman Bates: Sure.

Dr. Raymond: You'll be a trained social worker. I'll have the phone reconnected. Any trouble, use it.
Norman Bates: Okay.

Norman Bates: [to Dr Raymond] Thanks Doctor, for everything.

Mrs. Spool: Can I help you?
Norman Bates: I'm Norman. Cook's helper.
Mrs. Spool: Come on, I'll introduce you to Mr. Statler.

Norman Bates: Have you had dinner yet?
Mary: No.
Norman Bates: Well let's have it together.

Norman Bates: You'll be just fine in here.

Norman Bates: [answering the phone] Hello?
Norma Bates: [on the phone] Norman?

Norman Bates: I saw her in the window and just look in her room, it's all been fixed up, with her stuff inside. And there was a note too.

Norman Bates: Hello?
Sheriff John Hunt: I'm Sheriff Hunt, how are you?

Norman Bates: Just don't let them take me back to the institution, all right?
Mary: [cradling Norman] Don't worry, Norman. I won't.
Norman Bates: You smell good.
Mary: I do?
Norman Bates: Yeah.
Mary: What do I smell like?
Norman Bates: You smell like... like the toasted cheese sandwiches.
Mary: What?
Norman Bates: That my mother used to bring me when I was in bed with a temperature. She used to do lots of nice things for me before she went... before she became...
Mary: Shh. Just remember the good things she did for you. Only the good things.
Norman Bates: I can't. They're not there anymore.
Mary: Of course they're there!
Norman Bates: No, the doctors took them all away. Along with everything else.
[crying]
Norman Bates: Except... except those sandwiches.

Norman Bates: [on the phone] Mister Toomey, if this is you, you're sicker than I ever was.

Norman Bates: [whispers] Bastard!

Myrna: Excuse me, do you still work here?
Norman Bates: Yeah.
Myrna: [rudely] Then can I please have my orders?

Mary: Everything Dr. Raymond said was true. My mother and I were trying to drive you crazy again. I stopped, only she won't.
Norman Bates: Well, why did you stop?
Mary: It wasn't right for us to be doing what we were doing to you.
Norman Bates: Is that the only reason?
Mary: What do you mean?
Norman Bates: [smiles] You know what I mean.

Norman Bates: Mary works with me at the diner. She's been staying here, too.
Dr. Raymond: Really?
Norman Bates: [smiling] Oh, it's not like that. We're just - - we're just friends.

Norman Bates: He said it was you and your mother. Is that true, Mary?
[the phone rings]
Norman Bates: I wonder who that could be.
Mary: I don't know.
Norman Bates: Don't you?


Psycho (1960)
Norman Bates: Dirty night.

Marion Crane: Do you have any vacancies?
Norman Bates: Oh, we have 12 vacancies. 12 cabins, 12 vacancies.

Norma Bates: [voice-over] No! I tell you no! I won't have you bringing some young girl in for supper! By candlelight, I suppose, in the cheap, erotic fashion of young men with cheap, erotic minds!
Norman Bates: [voice-over] Mother, please...!
Norma Bates: [voice-over] And then what? After supper? Music? Whispers?
Norman Bates: [voice-over] Mother, she's just a stranger. She's hungry, and it's raining out!
Norma Bates: [voice-over] "Mother, she's just a stranger"! As if men don't desire strangers! As if... ohh, I refuse to speak of disgusting things, because they disgust me! You understand, boy? Go on, go tell her she'll not be appeasing her ugly appetite with MY food... or my son! Or do I have tell her because you don't have the guts! Huh, boy? You have the guts, boy?
Norman Bates: [voice-over] Shut up! Shut up!

Norman Bates: I think I must have one of those faces you can't help believing.

Norman Bates: [voice-over] Now mother, I'm going to uh, bring something up...
Norma Bates: [voice-over] Haha... I am sorry, boy, but you do manage to look ludicrous when you give me orders.
Norman Bates: [voice-over] Please, mother.
Norma Bates: [voice-over] No! I will not hide in the fruit cellar! Ha! You think I'm fruity, huh? I'm staying right here. This is my room and no one will drag me out of it, least of all my big, bold son!
Norman Bates: [voice-over] They'll come now, mother! He came after the girl, and now someone will come after him. Please mother, it's just for a few days, just for a few days so they won't find you!
Norma Bates: [voice-over] "Just for a few days"? In that dark, dank fruit cellar? No! You hid me there once, boy, and you'll not do it again, not ever again; now get out! I told you to get out, boy.
Norman Bates: [voice-over] I'll carry you, mother.
Norma Bates: [voice-over] Norman! What do you think you're doing? Don't you touch me, don't! NORMAN! Put me down, put me down, I can walk on my own...

Norman Bates: You-you eat like a bird.
Marion Crane: [Looking around at the stuffed birds while eating] And you'd know, of course.
Norman Bates: No, not really. Anyway, I hear the expression 'eats like a bird' - it-it's really a
[stammers]
Norman Bates: fals-fals-fals-falsity. Because birds really eat a tremendous lot. But -I-I don't really know anything about birds. My hobby is stuffing things. You know - taxidermy.

Norman Bates: It's not like my mother is a maniac or a raving thing. She just goes a little mad sometimes. We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?
Marion Crane: Yes. Sometimes just one time can be enough.

Milton Arbogast: Now, if this Marion Crane were here... you wouldn't be hiding her would you?
Norman Bates: No.
Milton Arbogast: Not even if she paid you?
Norman Bates: No.
Milton Arbogast: All right, then lets say for the sake of argument that she needed your help and that she made you out to be a fool in helping her...
Norman Bates: Well, I'm not a fool. And I'm not capable of being fooled! Not even by a woman.

Norman Bates: Uh-uh, Mother-m-mother, uh, what is the phrase? She isn't quite herself today.

Norman Bates: She might have fooled me, but she didn't fool my mother.

Norman Bates: Mother! Oh God, mother! Blood! Blood!

Norman Bates: Well, a son is a poor substitute for a lover.
Marion Crane: Why don't you go away?
Norman Bates: What, to a private island like you?
Marion Crane: No, not like me.
Norman Bates: I couldn't do that. Who would look after her? The fire in her fireplace would go out. It would be cold and damp up there like a grave. If you love sombody, you wouldn't leave them even if they treat your badly. Do you understand? I don't hate my mother. I hate at what she's become. I hate her illness.

Marion Crane: Do you go out with friends?
Norman Bates: A boy's best friend is his mother.

Norman Bates: Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay just a little while longer? Just for talk?

Norman Bates: Hate the smell of dampness, don't you? It's such a, I don't know, creepy smell.

Marion Crane: Taxidermy. That is a strange hobby to fill.
Norman Bates: A hobby should pass the time, not fill it.

Norman Bates: I don't set a fancy table, but the kitchen's awful homey.

Marion Crane: Wouldn't it be better if you put her... some place...?
[Marion does not finish the sentence as she thinks of the right thing to say. Norman leans forward with a conserned look on his face]
Norman Bates: You mean an institution? A madhouse?
Marion Crane: No, I didn't mean it like...
Norman Bates: [suddenly angry] People always call a madhouse "someplace", don't they? "Put her in someplace!"
Marion Crane: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so uncaring.
Norman Bates: What do you know about caring? Have you ever seen the inside of one of those places? The laughing, and the tears, and those cruel eyes studying you? My mother THERE?
[subdued tone]
Norman Bates: Oh, but she's harmless. She's as harmless as one of those stuffed birds.
Marion Crane: I'm sorry. I felt that... well, from what you told me about your mother is that she might be hurting you. I meant well.
Norman Bates: People always mean well. They cluck their thick tongues, and shake their heads and suggest, oh, so very delicately!

Norman Bates: The rain didn't last long, did it? So... where are you off too?
[Marion looks uncomfortable]
Norman Bates: Sorry. I didn't mean to pry.
Marion Crane: Oh, I don't know. I guess I'm looking for a private island someplace where I can be alone and no one can find me.
Norman Bates: What are you running away from?
Marion Crane: Why do you ask that?
Norman Bates: No reason. No one really runs away from anything. It's like a private trap that holds us in like a prison. You know what I think? I think that we're all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.
Marion Crane: Sometimes... we deliberately step into those traps.
Norman Bates: I was born into mine. I don't mind it anymore.
Marion Crane: Oh, but you should. You should mind it.
Norman Bates: Oh, I do...
[laughs]
Norman Bates: But I say I don't.
Marion Crane: You know... if anyone ever talked to me the way I heard... the way she spoke to you...
Norman Bates: Sometimes... when she talks to me like that... I feel I'd like to go up there... and curse her... and-and-and leave her forever! Or at least defy her! But I know I can't. She's ill.

Marion Crane: Thank you.
Norman Bates: Thank you, Norman.
Marion Crane: Norman.

Norman Bates: [while in drag, screaming] I'm Norma Bates!


Psycho IV: The Beginning (1990) (TV)
Fran Ambrose: Ed, are you all right?
[Norman nods]
Fran Ambrose: Ed?
Norman: I said yes.
Fran Ambrose: We didn't hear it.
Norman: I nodded.
Fran Ambrose: [smiling] We can't hear nods.

Norman Bates: Oh, I've killed before, and now I'm gonna have to do it again.

Norman: All that faith and no potatoes.

Dr. Leo Richmond: This abuse your mother heaped on you, you didn't mind it so long as it was just the two of you, isn't that what you're trying to say?
Dr. Leo Richmond: As bad as it was, it was okay, perhaps even enjoyable until she brought home a boyfriend?
Dr. Leo Richmond: Could it be there was a little jealousy there, Ed?
Norman Bates: If the doctor's trying to turn this into some kind of an incest tragedy, tell him to forget it, Fran.
Fran Ambrose: Forget it, Doc.
Norman Bates: I mean, if it was that kind of thing, I wouldn't have killed all those other women, would I?
Dr. Leo Richmond: How many did you kill, do you remember?

Norman Bates: Just me and my trusty umbrella.

Norman Bates: Connie!

Fran Ambrose: Well we have to call you something.
Norman Bates: You can call me Ed.

Norman: I was the man of the house. She used to call me that. I was practically running the motel single-handedly by the time I was 15. She depended on me. Especially when she was scared. She was scared to death of thunder and lightning.

Dr. Leo Richmond: Tell me something, Ed. When your mother castrated you like that...
Norman: Castrated?
Dr. Leo Richmond: Symbolically. You must have felt like killing her right then and there.
Norman: I never felt like killing her or anybody else for that matter.
Dr. Leo Richmond: But you did kill her and other women, too. And now you tell us you're gonna kill another one.

Norman: I killed some other women, too. The first one was a girl who just wanted to have sex with me.
Fran Ambrose: Wanting to have sex with you? That was grounds for murder?
Norman: [soft smile] In my mother's eyes it was.

Norman: I know that in the cosmic scheme of things, little boys are small, but some days they can be... some days little boys can be giants.

Fran Ambrose: Did your mother ever catch you spying on her?
Norman Bates: God knows what she would've done to me.

Norman Bates: Shouldn't we be getting back to the focus of your show?
Fran Ambrose: Yeah, well, how did you, how did you kill your mother?
Norman Bates: Slowly.

Norman Bates: I'm free.

Young Norman Bates: Drive whore!

Chet Rudolph: Hi there, Normie.
Young Norman Bates: You take my father's robe off!
Chet Rudolph: No underwear. You see, Norman, you only want to be naked around a lady when you're having sex with her. Any other time, it just ain't respectable.
[chuckles]
Chet Rudolph: Good toast.

Chet Rudolph: Your not a girl are ya? Your mother swore to me you were a boy and she even said you were well hung. Well that's what she said!
Young Norman Bates: Shut up!

[Norman is on top of Norma]
Norma Bates: Get off of me! You are going to forget once and for all about that filthy thing of yours! You'll forget that you even have one of those things! Do you understand me, boy?
[Norma puts a dress and lipstick on Norman]
Norma Bates: There, that should help you forget it. See, look at yourself, boy. Girl. Yes, girl.
Young Norman Bates: No, not a girl.
Norma Bates: Mama's little girl.
[puts him in the closet]
Young Norman Bates: No. No, Mother, please! Please, Mother. Don't leave me here.
Norma Bates: [opens door, hands him a pitcher] Here, take this! You're gonna need it. You're gonna stay locked in there until you learn not to say "No" to your mother when she tells you you're a girl.
Norma Bates: And you'll probably have to make wee-wee and you'll squat over this. That's all that thing of yours is for, making wee-wee. You clear on that? Answer me, you clear on that, Norma?
[closes door]
Norma Bates: [sobbing] No, please, Mother! Don't leave me here alone! Dear God, don't let her... Please, Mother.

[Norma starts to hit Norman]
Young Norman Bates: What's the matter? What did I do?
Norma Bates: Nothing, nothing, nothing!
Young Norman Bates: Then why are you hitting me?
Norma Bates: Who else can I hit?
[gives him the newspaper]
Norma Bates: There not going to build it where the highway is. No, because from there the world would still be able to see us. It's gonna be miles away. Nobody will even know we're here!
Norma Bates: They're putting us out of business. What am I going to do? How will we live? You, you're just like my father. Never a drop of sympathy!
Young Norman Bates: I'm sorry.
Norma Bates: Sorry for what? What the hell good are you if you can't show a little sympathy?
Young Norman Bates: Well, I don't know how.
Norma Bates: No, you just know how to cause trouble. Because of you my bladder's damaged. I can't hold water. That's why I'm always running to the toilet. Did you know that?
Young Norman Bates: Yes, I know.
Norma Bates: I was fine until I gave birth to you. You caused a lot of damage. I should have gotten rid of you the day I found out I was gonna have you. Not one thing you've ever said or done has made all I've gone through with you worthwile! Not one blessed thing! I should have killed you in my womb. You sure as hell tried to kill me getting out of it.

Mother: Get that whore out of my house!
Young Norman Bates: She's not a whore, mother.
Mother: I said get rid of her. Or do I have to do it myself?
Young Norman Bates: No, Mother. I'll get rid of her.
Mother: Kill her.
Young Norman Bates: Kill her? I can't! No! No, I can't!
Mother: All right. All right. Then I'll do it for you.


Psycho III (1986)
Norma Bates: Put me closer to the window.
Norman Bates: Someone will see you, Mother.
Norma Bates: Are you ashamed of me?
Norman Bates: You know why, Mother. They've even written about you in the newspapers.
Norma Bates: Stop your whining, boy. All this fuss over nothing.
Norman Bates: Not nothing. I-I saw her. Even the initials on her suitcase, "M.C." Marion Crane.
Norma Bates: Another of your cheap erotic delusions, out of your cheap erotic imagination. You killed her. The slut deserved it. But she's dead and the dead don't come back.
Norman Bates: Y-Y-You came back.
Norma Bates: I never went away don't you know that by now? You can't get rid of me. I'll always be with you Norman. Always. Stand up straight and wipe your snotty little nose. If the disgusting little whore is going to upset you so much, just get rid of her.
Norman Bates: No!
Norma Bates: Then maybe I will.

Norman Bates: [to Norma Bates] Mother!

Norman Bates: [to Norma Bates] Mother! Oh God Mother! Blood, blood!

Norma Bates: You dirty, dirty boy
Norman Bates: But I... I didn't do anything, Mother... I didn't do anything, Mother. She's a nice girl.
Norma Bates: She's a whore.
Norman Bates: But we didn't do anything.
Norma Bates: You let her come between us.
Norman Bates: But this... It isn't right. It isn't natural.
Norma Bates: It's perfectly natural for a son to love his mother.
Norman Bates: God, will you leave me alone, Mother? Will you leave me alone?

Duane Duke: Doesn't scan does it Norman? But... a lot of shit around here doesn't.
Norman Bates: What are you doing with my mother?
Duane Duke: Don't you mean mummy? You did a nice job on her Norman. Fresh as the day she croaked.

Norman Bates: [to Norma Bates] You! You made me do this, your tainted blood in me!
[a cartoon laughs from the TV]
Norman Bates: Don't laugh at me, Mother! Don't laugh at me!

Norma Bates: Get that whore out of my house! Throw her down in the muck and filth where she belongs!
Norman Bates: I'll get you for this, Mother. I'll get you for this.
Norma Bates: You haven't got the guts, boy.

Norma Bates: It's lies. It's all lies. Norman, she's a lying whore!
Tracy Venable: Norman! Norman where are you?
Norma Bates: She's a slut!
Tracy Venable: Norman!
Norma Bates: Don't let her talk about me like that!
Tracy Venable: Norman! Please, Norman, please listen to me! Norman, Mrs. Bates, whoever you are, damn it doesn't it make any difference in that demented brain of yours?
Norma Bates: Kill her, boy. Get her! Just like the others! Get her!
Tracy Venable: Oh! No! Don't! No! Please! Norman, no!
Norma Bates: [Norman stabs mother] Norman! Can't you do anything right? How dare you treat your mother in such... a... way... Norman.
Norman Bates: So I don't have the guts, huh?

Maureen Coyle: You must think I've gone mad.
Norman Bates: Oh, no... no. We all go a little mad sometimes.

Norman Bates: [to Duke] She can't help it. She can't help the things she does. She's just an old lady. A sick old lady.

[last lines]
Sheriff Hunt: I was for you then. Believed in you. You made a fool of me. Look, what you did to yourself. Why, Norman, why? Good God son. You'll never get out again. We're gonna have you locked up forever.
Norman Bates: But I'll be free. I'll finally be free.

Norma Bates: Norman, is that you?
Norman Bates: Yes, Mother, it's me.

Norman Bates: I can't have that sort of thing going on in my motel. It gives the place a bad name.

Norman Bates: [answering the phone] Bates Motel.

Maureen Coyle: Why are you so kind to me?
Norman Bates: You remind me of someone.

Norman Bates: Room?
Duane Duke: Uh, I'd love one. I don't think I can afford it, though. You know, you ought to keep that register closed. Somebody will steal you blind.
Norman Bates: Wouldn't get very far on what's in there, I'm afraid.
Duane Duke: Business slow?
Norman Bates: Well, you're my first customer of the day. Or did you just stop in for directions to the Interstate? Well, it's the next...
Duane Duke: No, actually, I was interested in that "Help Wanted" sign in the window. But if business is bad, I
Norman Bates: Oh - Oh - Oh - Oh - it's not bad. This is just a - just a slump.
[Duke looks at room keys]
Norman Bates: Oh, yeah, yeah, well, 12 cabins, 12 vacancies. Well, we've been closed for a while. Renovations. But there's more life along this road than there used to be. And good prices. Good service. Things will pick up. I've got a rebuilt ice machine and four cabins booked for later in the week. Fairvale High's homecoming. Big game against Central.
[pauses]
Norman Bates: I seem to be rattling on. Yes, there is a job. Are you interested?
Duane Duke: In money? The only honest way I know to get it is earn it or inherit it.
[laughs]
Duane Duke: And I don't have any rich relatives about to die. Got an application form?
Norman Bates: Oh, that won't be necessary. My name's Norman. Norman Bates.
[offers his hand, covered in blood]
Duane Duke: Whoa. What you been painting?
Norman Bates: Oh, I'm sorry. I - Step into the back, the parlor, while I clean up.
Duane Duke: Said the spider to the fly.
Norman Bates: Hmm?
[sees the stuffed birds]
Norman Bates: Local branch of the Audobon Society?
Norman Bates: My hobby. Stuffing things.

Norman Bates: Conservative clothes never go out of style.


Psycho (1998)
Norman Bates: A boy's best friend is his mother.

Norman Bates: We all go a little mad sometimes.

[last lines]
Norman Bates' Mother: It is sad when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son. I can't allow them to think I would commit murder. They'll put him away now as I should have years ago. He was always bad and in the end he intended to tell them I killed those girls and that man, as if I could do anything but just sit and stare like one of his stuffed birds. They know I can't move a finger and I want to just sit here and be quiet just in case they suspect me. They're probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am. I'm not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching... they'll see. They'll see and they'll know, and they'll say, "Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly..."

Norman Bates: Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay just a little while longer? Just for talk?

Norman Bates: Hate the smell of dampness, don't you? It's such a, I don't know, creepy smell.

Norman Bates: A hobby should pass the time, not fill it.

Norman Bates: I don't set a fancy table, but my kitchen's awful homey.

Norman Bates: Mother! Oh God, mother! Blood! Blood!

Norman Bates: Well, a son is a poor substitute for a lover.

Norman Bates: She might have fooled me, but she didn't fool my mother.

Norman Bates: Well I'm not a fool. And I'm not capable of being fooled! Not even by a woman.

Norman Bates: I think I must have one of those faces you can't help believing.

Norman Bates: Dirty night.

Norman Bates: Oh, we have 12 vacancies. 12 cabins, 12 vacancies.

Norman Bates' Mother: No! I tell you no! I won't have you bringing some young girl in for supper! By candlelight, I suppose, in the cheap, erotic fashion of young men with cheap, erotic minds!
Norman Bates: Mother, please...!
Norman Bates' Mother: And then what? After supper? Music? Whispers?
Norman Bates: Mother, she's just a stranger. She's hungry, and it's raining out!
Norman Bates' Mother: "Mother, she's just a stranger"! As if men don't desire strangers! As if... ohh, I refuse to speak of disgusting things, because they disgust me! You understand, boy? Go on, go tell her she'll not be appeasing her ugly appetite with MY food... or my son! Or do I have tell her because you don't have the guts! Huh, boy? You have the guts, boy?
Norman Bates: Shut up! Shut up!


"Bates Motel: Trust Me (#1.4)" (2013)
Norman Bates: I told you to call the police the night it happened, I told you this was a bad idea! You had every right to defend yourself!
Norma Louise Bates: But I didn't defend myself, I killed the crap outta him!

Will Decody: Norman? I probably shouldn't be telling you this but my daughter has quite a crush on you. Now, you seem like a nice kid and I know you know she has a lot of, um... problems. She's not strong and she's very young. Just a regular girl in many ways. So please, be decent.
Norman Bates: I am decent.

Norma Louise Bates: Honey, sometimes you hear and see things that aren't there.
Norman Bates: It's not true.
Norma Louise Bates: It's true. I don't want you to worry but you've done this for a while. You know, it's like some kind of trance or something.

Norman Bates: I don't trust him.
Norma Louise Bates: Norman, you're just jealous, you're not used to me having someone.
Norman Bates: I'm not jealous, you're my mother not my girlfriend!

Norman Bates: Whatever.
Norma Louise Bates: Did you just "whatever" me?


"Bates Motel: Nice Town You Picked, Norma... (#1.2)" (2013)
Norman Bates: Apparently, "The Whore" is calling.