Psycho1960

Marion:
Wouldn't it be better if you put her... someplace?

Norman:
[alarmed] You mean an institution? A madhouse? [suddenly cold] People always call a madhouse "someplace", don't they? "Put her in someplace."

Marion:
I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound uncaring.

Norman:
[intense] What do you know about caring? Have you ever seen the inside of one of those places? The laughing, and the tears, and the cruel eyes studying you? My mother there? But she's harmless! She's as harmless as one of those stuffed birds!

Marion:
I am sorry. I only felt... it seems she's hurting you. I meant well.

Norman:
People always mean well! They cluck their thick tongues, and shake their heads and suggest, oh, so very delicately! [sighs] Of course, I've suggested it myself. But I hate to even think about it. She needs me. It-it's not as if she were a... a maniac — a raving thing. She just goes a little mad sometimes. We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?

Marion:
Yes. Sometimes just one time can be enough. Thank you.

Norman:
[smiles] Thank you, Norman.

Marion:
Norman.