Psycho III

Nun:
Wasn't your own sin red enough? You'll burn in hell for this! You'll burn in hell!

Duane Duke:
Stupid b*tch! You could have been cummin' instead of goin'!

Norma Bates:
Put me closer to the window.

Norman Bates:
Someone will see you, Mother.

Norma Bates:
Are you ashamed of me?

Norman Bates:
You know why, Mother. They've even written about you in the newspapers.

Norma Bates:
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.

Norma Bates:
Another of your cheap erotic delusions, 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.

Norma Bates:
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!

Norma Bates:
Then maybe I will.

Norman Bates:
Mother!

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

Norma Bates:
You dirty, dirty boy

Norman Bates:
But I... I didn't do anything, Mother... I didn't do anything, Mother. She's a nice girl.

Norma Bates:
She's a whore.

Norman Bates:
But we didn't do anything.

Norma Bates:
You let her come between us.

Norman Bates:
But this... It isn't right. It isn't natural.

Norma Bates:
It's perfectly natural for a son to love his mother.

Norman Bates:
God, will you leave me alone, Mother? Will you leave me alone?

Duane Duke:
Doesn't scan does it Norman? But... a lot of sh*t around here doesn't.

Norman Bates:
What are you doing with my mother?

Duane Duke:
Don't you mean mummy? You did a nice job on her Norman. Fresh as the day she croaked.

Sheriff Hunt:
Norman! What the hell's the matter with you?

Norman Bates:
You! You made me do this, your tainted blood in me! (A cartoon laughs from the TV) Don't laugh at me, Mother! Don't laugh at me!

Norma Bates:
Get that whore out of my house! Throw her down in the muck and filth where she belongs!

Norman Bates:
I'll get you for this, Mother. I'll get you for this.

Norma Bates:
You haven't got the guts, boy.

Tracy Venable:
She was crazy Norman, but she wasn't your mother... Neither are you!

Norma Bates:
It's lies. It's all lies. Norman, she's a lying whore!

Tracy Venable:
Norman! Norman where are you?

Norma Bates:
She's a slut!

Tracy Venable:
Norman!

Norma Bates:
Don't let her talk about me like that!

Tracy Venable:
Norman! Please, Norman, please listen to me! Norman, Mrs. Bates, whoever you are, damn it doesn't it make any difference in that demented brain of your's?

Norma Bates:
Kill her, boy. Get her! Just like the others! Get her!

Tracy Venable:
Oh! No! Don't! No! Please! Norman, no!

Norma Bates:
(Norman stabs mother) Norman! Can't you do anything right? How dare you treat your mother in such... a... way... Norman.

Norman Bates:
So I don't have the guts, huh?

Maureen Coyle:
You must think I've gone mad.

Norman Bates:
Oh, no... no. We all go a little mad sometimes.

Red:
Mmm... Oh, God, don't tell me you're one of those guys who f***s, rolls over, and then goes to sleep!

Duane Duke:
I picked you up in a bar, after one lousy drink! Whaddya want to get married?

Red:
You sh*t-heel! (She slaps him)

Duane Duke:
Look! I gotta get up for work soon, so why don't you just go home, huh?

Red:
How? You brought me out here.

Duane Duke:
Here's cab fare. The phone book's on the table.

Red:
You make it all sound so cheap.

Duane Duke:
It is, but it beats a vibrator!

Red:
Yeah? Well at least a vibrator gets me off!

Duane Duke:
Use the payphone b*tch!

Sheriff Hunt:
I've had enough of this Nancy Drew horse-sh*t from you.

Duane Duke:
(Repeated Line) Watch the guitar.

Duane Duke:
(Duke to Norman) I'm gonna kill you, you ittle freak!

Norman Bates:
She can't help it. She can't help the things she does. She's just an old lady. A sick old lady.

Norma Bates:
Why can't you leave my poor son, my poor Norman alone?

Sheriff Hunt:
Were gonna have you locked up forever!

Norman Bates:
But I'll be free. I'll finally be free.

Norman Bates:
I just want my mother back.

Duane Duke:
Take her. But you know what I want in return, and you know what i'll do if I don't get it.

Norman Bates:
I know what you'll do...

Norman:
You were down there, weren't you mother? Weren't you? I'm glad she didn't die! I'm glad!

Mother:
She will.

Sheriff John Hurt:
Jesus, Norman. I wanted to believe it wasn't you. This time, they'll lock you up forever!

Norman Bates:
But I'll be free. I'll finally be free.

Norman Bates:
The past is never really the past. It stays with me all the time.