- Norman Bates: Mother, are you smoking?
- Norma Louise Bates: I'm dead. It's not like it's gonna kill me.
- Alex Romero: I'm coming for you when you least expect it, so don't get too cozy at that house up there all by yourself.
- Chick Hogan: [writing] Even though she wasn't there, except in his mind. She was dead, but what did that matter? How different is that from any relationship? How much do we project onto our mates? And why the hell do we need so much anyways? Is happiness, in a sense, all just a creation of the mind?