‘She might have fooled me, but she didn’t fool my mother.’
–I was born into mine. I don’t mind it anymore.
–Oh, but you should. You should mind it.
–I do…but I say I don’t.
–Wouldn’t it better if you put her…someplace?
–You mean an institution? A madhouse? People always call a madhouse
‘someplace’, don’t they? Put her ‘someplace’?
… i’m not even going to squat that fly …
…I’ll just sit here and be quiet, just in case they do 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….
1) I am sorry. I only felt, it seems she’s hurting you. I meant well. 2) People always mean well. They cluck their thick tongues and shake their heads and suggest oh so very delicately.
1) Please, mother. 2) No! I will not hide in the fruit cellar!!
1)Any calls? 2)Teddy called…me. My mother called to see if Teddy called. Oh, your sister called and said she’s going to Tuscon to do some buying and won’t be back till Monday.
12 Cabins, 12 Vacancies.
12 vacancies…12 cabins, 12 vacancies…(giggles)
A boy’s best friend is his mother.
A hobby should pass the time, not fill it.
A mother is a boys best friend
Are you sure you wouldn’t like to stay just a little while longer? Just for a talk.
Bates Motel… 12 rooms, 12 vacanies.
Check in . Relax. Take a shower
Dirty night.
Ha-ha… I am sorry, boy, but you do manage to look ludicrous when you give me orders.
Hate the smell of dampness, don’t you? It’s such a, I don’t know, creepy smell.
He dressed up, even to a cheap wig he bought. He walked about the house, sit in her chair, speak in her voice. He tried to be his mother. And, er, …now he is.
Hot creepers! She sat there while I dumped it out! Hardly even looked at it. Plannin’ And, and even flirtin’ with me!
I don’t hate her. I hate what she’s become.
I don’t set a fancy table, but my kitchen’s awful homey.
I never carry more money than I can afford to lose.
I refuse to speak of disgusting things because they disgust me!
I think I must have one of those faces you can’t help believing
I think that we’re all in our private traps, clamped in them and none of us can never get out. We scratch and claw, but only at the air, cnly at each other and for all of it, we never budge an inch.
I was smarter tahn you when I was hired
I’m not capable of being fooled! Not even by a woman!
I’m not even gonna swat that fly.
Matricide is probably the most unbearable crime of all… color=red>Most unbearable to the son who commits it. So he had to erase the crime, at least in his own mind.
Matricide is probably the most unbearable crime of all… Most unbearable to the son who commits it. So he had to erase the crime, at least in his own mind.
Mother isn’t herself today.
mother! oh, god,mother! blood!bloof!
MOTHER…OH GOD MOTHER…BLOOD BLOOD!!!!!
My mother, whats the phrase. Shes not quite her self today.
Norman, what do you think you’re doing? Don’t you touch me, don’t!! Norman!! Put me down!!!
Oh, someone has seen her, alright. Someone always sees a girl with
$40,000.
People always mean well.
she just goes a little mad sometimes. we all go a little mad sometimes, havent u?
She might have fooled me, but she didn’t fool my mother.
She was there, but she was a corpse. So he began to think and speak for her. Give her half his life, so to speak. At times he could be both personalities, carry on conversations. At other times, the mother half took over completely. Now he was never all Norman. But he was often only mother.
She’s as harmless as one of those stuffed birds.
Thanks to John Woo for use of his kitchen knife.
The swamp. These were crimes of passion, not profit.
They’re probably watching me. Well let them. Let them see what kind of person I am. I’m not even gonna 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…
We all go a little mad sometimes.
We’re always quickest to doubt people who have a reputation for being
honest.
Well if the woman up there is Mrs. Bates, who’s that woman buried out in Green Lawn Cemetary?
Well, a son is a poor substitute for a lover.
Ya know we all go a little mad sometimes… don’t you?
You eat like a bird.
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