Mother: Put me closer to the window.
Norman Bates: Someone will see you, mother.
Mother: Are you ashamed of me?
Norman Bates: You know why, mother. They've even written about you in the newspapers.
Mother: Stop your whining, boy. All this fuss over nothing.
Norman Bates: Not nothing. I-I saw her. Even the initials on her suitcase, "M.C." Marion Crane.
Mother: Another of your cheap erotic illusions, out of your cheap erotic imagination. You killed her. The slut deserved it. But she's dead, and the dead don't come back.
Norman Bates: Y-Y-You came back.
Mother: I never went away, don't you know that by now? You can't get rid of me. I'll always be with you, Norman. Always. Stand up straight and wipe your snotty little nose. If the disgusting little whore is going to upset you so much, just get rid of her.
Norman Bates: No!
Mother: Then maybe I will.
Norman Bates: Someone will see you, mother.
Mother: Are you ashamed of me?
Norman Bates: You know why, mother. They've even written about you in the newspapers.
Mother: Stop your whining, boy. All this fuss over nothing.
Norman Bates: Not nothing. I-I saw her. Even the initials on her suitcase, "M.C." Marion Crane.
Mother: Another of your cheap erotic illusions, out of your cheap erotic imagination. You killed her. The slut deserved it. But she's dead, and the dead don't come back.
Norman Bates: Y-Y-You came back.
Mother: I never went away, don't you know that by now? You can't get rid of me. I'll always be with you, Norman. Always. Stand up straight and wipe your snotty little nose. If the disgusting little whore is going to upset you so much, just get rid of her.
Norman Bates: No!
Mother: Then maybe I will.
Mother : Put me closer to the window.
Norman Bates : Someone will see you, mother.
Mother : Are you ashamed of me?
Norman Bates : You know why, mother. They've even written about you in the newspapers.
Mother : Stop your whining, boy. All this fuss over nothing.
Norman Bates : Not nothing. I-I saw her. Even the initials on her suitcase, "M.C." Marion Crane.
Mother : Another of your cheap erotic illusions, out of your cheap erotic imagination. You killed her. The slut deserved it. But she's dead, and the dead don't come back.
Norman Bates : Y-Y-You came back.
Mother : I never went away, don't you know that by now? You can't get rid of me. I'll always be with you, Norman. Always. Stand up straight and wipe your snotty little nose. If the disgusting little whore is going to upset you so much, just get rid of her.
Norman Bates : No!
Mother : Then maybe I will.
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