Psycho III (1986)

Virginia Gregg: Norma Bates

Quotes 

• 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.

• 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 yours?

  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?

• 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?

• 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.

• Norma Bates : [to Tracy]  Why can't you leave my poor son, my poor Norman alone?

• Norma Bates : Norman, is that you?

  Norman Bates : Yes, Mother, it's me.