Mother: Get that whore out of my house.
Young Norman Bates: She's not a whore, mother.
Mother: I said get rid of her. Or do I have to do it myself?
Young Norman Bates: No, Mother. I'll get rid of her.
Mother: Kill her.
Young Norman Bates: Kill her? I can't! No! No, I can't.
Mother: Alright. Alright. Then I'll do it for you.
Norman: I know that in the cosmic scheme of things, little boys are small, but some days they can be... some days little boys can be giants.
Norman Bates: I'm free.
Connie Bates: No, Norman! No more blood.
Norman Bates: Oh, I've killed before, and now I'm gonna have to do it again.
