Norman Bates' Mother
No! I tell you no! I won't have you bringing some young girl in for supper! By candlelight, I suppose, in the cheap, erotic fashion of young men with cheap, erotic minds!
Norman Bates
Mother, please...!
Norman Bates' Mother
And then what? After supper? Music? Whispers?
Norman Bates
Mother, she's just a stranger. She's hungry, and it's raining out!
Norman Bates' Mother
[mockingly]
"Mother, she's just a stranger"! As if men don't desire strangers! As if... ohh, I refuse to speak of disgusting things, because they disgust me! You understand, boy? Go on, go tell her she'll not be appeasing her ugly appetite with MY food... or my son! Or do I have to tell her because you don't have the guts! Huh, boy? You have the guts, boy?
