You make respectability sound disrespectful.
Psycho (1960) · 48 quotes
2nd most-quoted character in Psycho (1960): in 16 of its 48 quotes
Most scenes with: Norman Bates (6), Sam Loomis (3), Caroline (2)
Headaches are like resolutions. You forget them as soon as they stop hurting.
More lines from Marion Crane
2 quotesI'll lick the stamps.
Scenes with Marion Crane
13 scenesUh... hold it there. In quite a hurry.
Yes. Uh... I didn't intend to sleep so long. I almost had an accident last night, from sleepiness. So I decided to pull over.
You slept here all night?
Yes. As I said, I couldn't keep my eyes open.
There are plenty of motels in this area. You should've... I mean, just to be safe.
I didn't intend to sleep all night! I just pulled over. Have I broken any laws?
No, ma'am.
Then I'm free to go?
Is anything wrong?
Of course not. Am I acting as if there's something wrong?
Frankly, yes.
Please... I'd like to go.
Well, is there?
Is there what? I've told you there's nothing wrong, except that I'm in a hurry and you're taking up my time.
Now, just a moment! Turn off your motor, please. May I see your license?
Why?
Please.
I've caused you some trouble.
No. Mother, my mother, uh, what's the phrase? She isn't quite herself today.
You should have bothered. I really don't have that much of an appetite.
Oh, I'm sorry. I wish you could apologize for other people.
I'm in no mood for trouble.
What?
There's an old saying, "First customer of the day is always the trouble!" But like I say, I'm in no mood for it so I'm gonna treat you so fair and square that you won't have one human reason to give me...
Can I trade my car in and take another?
Do anything you've a mind to. Bein' a woman, you will. That yours?
Yes, it's just that -- there's nothing wrong with it. I just --
-- sick of the sight of it! Well, why don't you have a look around here and see if there's somethin' that strikes your eyes and meanwhile I'll have my mechanic give yours the once over. You want some coffee? I was just about --
No, thank you. I'm in a hurry. I just want to make a change, and --
One thing people never oughtta be when they're buyin' used cars and that's in a hurry. But like I said, it's too nice a day to argue. I'll uh -- shoot your car in the garage here.
It's the first time the customer ever high-pressured a salesman. I figure roughly... your car plus seven hundred dollars.
Seven hundred dollars?
You always got time to argue money, huh?
All right.
You-you eat like a bird.
And you'd know, of course.
No, not really. Anyway, I hear the expression 'eats like a bird' -- it-it's really a fals-fals-fals-falsity. Because birds really eat a tremendous lot. But I-I don't really know anything about birds. My hobby is stuffing things. You know -- taxidermy. And I guess I'd rather stuff birds because I hate the look of beasts when their stuffed -- you know, foxes and chimps. Some people even stuff dogs and cats -- but, oh, I can't do that. I think only birds look well stuffed because -- well, because they're kind of passive to begin with.
You never did eat your lunch, did you?
I better get back to the office. These extended lunch hours give my boss excess acid.
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.
What do I do with my free afternoon? Walk you to the airport?
Well, you could laze around here a while longer.
Hmm. Checking out time is 3 PM. Hotels of this sort are interested in you when you come in, but when your time is up. Oh Sam, I hate having to be with you in a place like this.
Married couples deliberately spend an occasional night in a cheap hotel.
I know marriage can do a lot of things deliberately.
You sure talk like a girl who's been married.
Sam, this is the last time.
For what?
For this, meeting you in secret so we can be secretive. You come down here on business trips. We steal lunch hours. I wish you wouldn't even come.
All right, what do we do instead? Write each other lurid love letters?
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.
And after the steak, do we send sister to the movies? Turn mama's picture to the wall?
Sam!
All right.
Yeah, tomorrow's the day! My sweet little girl -- [He leers over at Marion] -- Oh, oh, not you -- my daughter, a baby. And tomorrow she stands her sweet self up there and gets married away from me. I want you to take a look at my baby. Eighteen years old, and she never had an unhappy day in any of those years!
Come on, Tom. My office is air conditioned.
You know what I do about unhappiness? I buy it off. Are, uh, are you unhappy?
Not inordinately.
I'm buying this house for my baby's wedding present. Forty thousand dollars, cash! Now that's not buying happiness. That's just buying off unhappiness. [waves money in front of Marion] I never carry more than I can afford to lose! Count 'em.
I declare!
I don't! That's how I get to keep it!
Tom, uh... cash transactions of this size! Most irregular.
You know what I think? I think that we're all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.
Sometimes, we deliberately step into those traps.
I was born into mine. I don't mind it anymore.
Oh, but you should. You should mind it.
Oh, I do, [laughs] but I say I don't.
You know -- if anyone ever talked to me the way I heard -- the way she spoke to you...
Sometimes -- when she talks to me like that -- I feel I'd like to go up there, and curse her, and-and-and leave her forever! Or at least defy her! But I know I can't. She's ill.
If you love someone, you don't do that even if you hate them. You understand that I don't hate her -- I hate what she's become. I hate the illness.
Wouldn't it be better if you put her... someplace.
You mean an institution? A madhouse?
No, I didn't mean it like --
People always call a madhouse "someplace", don't they? "Put her in someplace."
I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound so uncaring.
What do you know about caring? Have you ever seen the inside of one of those places? The laughing, and the tears, and the cruel eyes studying you? My mother there? Oh, but she's harmless! She's as harmless as one of those stuffed birds!
I am sorry. I only felt... it seems she's hurting you. I tried to mean well.
People always mean well! They cluck their thick tongues, and shake their heads and suggest, oh, so very delicately! Of course, I've suggested it myself. But I hate to even think about it. She needs me. It-it's not as if she were a maniac -- a raving thing. She just goes a little mad sometimes. We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you.
Yes. Sometimes just one time can be enough. Thank you.
Thank you, Norman.
Norman.
I've got something -- not aspirin. My mother's doctor gave them to me the day of my wedding. Teddy was furious when he found out I had taken tranquilizers!
There any calls?
Teddy called me -- my mother called to see if Teddy called. Oh, your sister called to say she's going to Tucson to do some buying and she'll be gone the whole weekend, and --
[coversation interrupted]
A man should have a hobby.
Well, it's, it's more than a hobby. [He fondles a stuffed bird on the bureau next to him] A hobby's supposed to pass the time, not fill it.
Is your time so empty?
No, uh. Well, I run the office and uh, tend the cabins and grounds and, and do a little, uh, errands for my mother. The ones she allows I might be capable of doing.
Do you go out with friends?
Well, a boy's best friend is his mother. You've never had an empty moment in your entire life, have you?
Only my share.
Where are you going? I didn't mean to pry.
I'm looking for a private island.
What are you running away from?
Wh-why do you ask that?
People never run away from anything.
Note: bolded portion ranked #56 in the American Film Institute's list of the top 100 movie quotations in American cinema.
The rain didn't last long, did it? [Pause] You know what I think? I think that we're all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.
Sometimes, we deliberately step into those traps.
I was born in mine. I don't mind it anymore.
Oh, but you should! You should mind it!
Oh, I do, [laughs] but I say I don't.
You know, if anyone ever talked to me the way I heard — the way she spoke to you...
Sometimes — when she talks to me like that — I feel I'd like to go up there, and curse her, and-and-and leave her forever! Or at least defy her! But I know I can't. She's ill.
She sounded strong.
No, I mean... ill. She had to raise me all by herself after my father died. I was only five and it must have been quite a strain for her. She didn't have to go to work or anything like that. He left her a little money. Anyway, a few years ago, Mother met this man, and he talked her into building this motel. He could have talked her into anything. And when he died too, it was just too great a shock for her. And, and the way he died. I guess it's nothing to talk about while you're eating. Anyway, it was just too great a loss for her. She had nothing left.
Except you.
A son is a poor substitute for a lover.
Why don't you go away?
To a private island, like you?
No, not like me.
I couldn't do that. Who'd look after her? She'd be alone up there. The fire would go out. It'd be cold and damp like a grave. If you love someone, you don't do that to them - even if you hate them. You understand that I don't hate her. I hate what she's become. I hate the illness.
