Psycho

Norman Bates:
A boy's best friend is his mother.

[first lines]

Sam Loomis:
You never did eat your lunch, did you?

Marion Crane:
I better get back to the office. These extended lunch hours give my boss excess acid.

Sam Loomis:
Why don't you call your boss and tell him you're taking the rest of the afternoon off? It's Friday, anyway - and hot.

Marion Crane:
What do I do with my free afternoon? Walk you to the airport?

Marion Crane:
Oh, we can see each other. We can even have dinner but respectably in my house with my mother's picture on the mantel and my sister helping me broil a big steak for three.

Sam Loomis:
And after the steak, do we send Sister to the movies? Turn Mama's picture to the wall?

Norman Bates' Mother:
No! I tell you no! I won't have you bringing in 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 a stranger. She's hungry, and it's raining out!

Norman Bates' Mother:
[mockingly] "Mother, she's just a stranger"! As if men don't desire strangers! As if.. ooh, 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 to tell you because you don't have the guts?

Norman Bates:
[shouts] Mother, shut up! Shut up!

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

Norman Bates:
Do you mean an institution? A madhouse? People always call a madhouse "someplace", don't they? "Put her in someplace."

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

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

Marion Crane:
I am sorry. I only felt... I...

Norman Bates:
You felt what?

Marion Crane:
It seems that she was... she's hurting you. I meant well.

Norman Bates:
People always mean well. They cluck their thick tongues and they shake their heads and they suggest, oh, so very delicately... [calms down] Of course, I've suggested it myself.

Norman Bates:
It's not as if she were a maniac or a raving thing. She just goes a little mad sometimes. We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?

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

Norman Bates:
Thank you, Norman.

Marion Crane:
Norman.

Lila Crane:
She left home on Friday. I was in Tuscon over the weekend and I haven't heard from her since, not even a phone call. Look, if you too are in this thing together, I don't care — It's none of my business — but I want to talk to Marion and I want her to tell me it's none of my business. And then I'll go!

Sam Loomis:
Bob! Run out and get yourself some lunch, will you?

Bob Summerfield:
Oh, that's okay, Sam, I bought with me.

Sam Loomis:
Run out and eat it!

Sheriff Al Chambers:
Your detective told you he couldn't come right back because he was goin' to question Norman Bates' mother. Right?

Lila Crane:
Yes.

Sheriff Al Chambers:
Norman Bates' mother has been dead and buried in Greenlawn Cemetery for the past 10 years!

Mrs. Eliza Chambers:
I helped Norman pick out the dress she was buried in. Blue Bay.

Sheriff Al Chambers:
It ain't only local history, Sam. It's the only case of murder and suicide on the Fairvale ledgers. Mrs. Bates poisoned this guy she was... involved with... when she found out he was married. Then she took a helpin' of the same stuff herself. Strychnine. Ugly way to die.

Mrs. Eliza Chambers:
Norman found them dead together... [whispers] in bed.

Lila Crane:
Look, that old woman, whoever she is, she told Arbogast something. I want her to tell us the same thing.

Sam Loomis:
Hold it, you can't go up there.

Lila Crane:
Why not?

Sam Loomis:
Bates.

Lila Crane:
Then let's find him. One of us can keep him occupied while the other gets to the old woman.

Sam Loomis:
You'll never be able to hold him still even if he doesn't want to be held. And, I don't like you going into that house alone.

Lila Crane:
I can handle a sick old woman!

Norman Bates:
Oh, we have twelve vacancies. Twelve cabins, twelve vacancies. They, uh, they moved away the highway.

Marion Crane:
[to Sam] You make respectability sound so disrespectful.

Marion Crane:
Headaches are like resolutions. You forget them as soon as they stop hurting.

Norman Bates:
Hate the smell of dampness, don't you? It's such a, I don't know, creepy smell.

Norman Bates:
A hobby should pass the time, not fill it.

Norman Bates:
I don't set a fancy table, but my kitchen's awful homey.

Norman Bates:
Mother! Oh God! Blood! Blood!

Norman Bates:
She might have fooled me, but she didn't fool my mother.

Norman Bates:
I'm not a fool. I'm not capable of being fooled! Not even by a woman.

Norman Bates:
I think I must have one of those faces you can't help believing.

Detective Milton Arbogast:
Well, if it doesn't jel, it isn't aspic, and this ain't jelling.

Detective Milton Arbogast:
Oh, someone has seen her, all right. Someone always sees a girl with $400,000.

Detective Milton Arbogast:
We're always quickest to doubt people who have a reputation for being honest.