Anthony Perkins: Norman Bates
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...
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.
Norman Bates : I think I must have one of those faces you can't help believing.
Norman Bates : Mother! Oh God, mother! Blood! Blood!
Norman Bates : She might have fooled me, but she didn't fool my mother.
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?
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 : 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.
Norman Bates : Uh-uh, Mother-m-mother, uh, what is the phrase? She isn't quite herself today.
Norman Bates : A son is a poor substitute for a lover.
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 : 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
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 : Hate the smell of dampness, don't you? It's such a, I don't know, creepy smell.
Sam Loomis : I've been doing all the talking so far, haven't I? I thought it was the people who were alone most of the time who did all the talking when they got the chance. Here you are doing all the listening. You are alone, aren't you?
Norman Bates : [nodding] Hm-hmm.
Sam Loomis : Would drive me crazy.
Norman Bates : I think that would be a rather extreme reaction, don't you?
Sam Loomis : Just an expression. What I meant was, I'd do just about anything to get away, wouldn't you?
Norman Bates : No.
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...
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 : Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay just a little while longer? Just for talk?
Norman Bates : I don't set a fancy table, but the kitchen's awful homey.
Norman Bates : [while in drag, screaming] I'm Norma Bates!
Norman Bates : People always mean well. They cluck their thick tongues and shake their heads and suggest oh, so very delicately...
Norman Bates : Dirty night.