Psycho IV: The Beginning

Gloria:
You've got a tongue like an elephant's memory.

Norman Bates:
Oh, I've killed before, and now I'm gonna have to kill again.

Young Norman Bates:
Drive whore!

Young Norman Bates:
You take my father's robe off!

Chet Rudolph:
Oh a... no underwear. You see Norman, it's not polite to be naked around a lady unless you're having sex with her. Otherwise, it's just not respectable.

Chet Rudolph:
Your not a girl are ya? Your mother swore to me you were a boy and she even said you were well hung. Well that's what she said!

Young Norman Bates:
Shut up!

Chet Rudolph:
Where does that boy get his ways?

Norma Bates:
Not from me.

Norma Bates:
Get off of me! You are going to learn to forget all about that filthy thing of yours! Here put this on! Girl! Yes girl! Mama's little girl!

Young Norman Bates:
No, I'm not a girl,

Norma Bates:
Here get in there. You will stay locked in there until you learn not to say "no" to your mother when she tells you you're a girl. And you'll probably have to make wee wee, And you'll squat over this! That's all that thing of yours is for, making wee wee! You clear on that! Answer me! You clear on that Norma!

Young Norman Bates:
Mother please! Mother please let me out. Please mother.

Young Norman Bates:
All that faith and no potatoes.

Young Norman Bates:
What... What did I do?

Norma Bates:
Nothing, nothing, nothing!

Young Norman Bates:
What's wrong?

Norma Bates:
They're closing down the highway and building a new one. They couldn't build it closer to the motel because then the world could still see us! Oh, what am I going to do! How am I going to live! You! Just like my father never a drop of sympathy! It's because of you that I can't hold my water, that's why I'm always running to the toilet did you know that!

Young Norman Bates:
Yes I know.

Norma Bates:
I regret the day that I ever had you! Not one thing you've ever said or done has been worth all this! Not one blasted thing! I should have killed you in my womb! You sure as hell tried to kill me getting out of it!

Norma Bates:
Get that whore out of my house!

Norman Bates:
Fran, if the doctor is trying to turn this into some incest tragedy, tell him to forget it.

Norman Bates:
Just me and my trusty umbrella.

Norman Bates:
Connie!

Connie Bates:
No Norman! No more blood.

Norma Bates:
You dirty little bastard! Go out there and throw this in the garbage,

Norma Bates:
No! Go as you are! Maybe the rain will wash some of the dirt out of your system! Pig! Dirty little pig! Dirty as your whole whore-mongering sex!

Norman Bates:
Then call me Ed.