Psycho1960

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!