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Psycho

She just goes a little mad sometimes. We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven’t you?

Norman Bates: She just goes a little mad sometimes. We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven’t you?

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Well, a son is a poor substitute for a lover.

Norman Bates: Well, a son is a poor substitute for a lover.

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Psycho

A boy’s best friend is his mother.

Norman Bates: A boy’s best friend is his mother.

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Psycho

I think I must have one of those faces you can’t help believing.

Norman Bates: I think I must have one of those faces you can’t help believing.

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Psycho

They tell you what its ingredients are, and how it’s guaranteed to exterminate every insect in the world, but they do not tell you whether or not it’s painless. And-and I say, insect or man, death should always be painless.

Hardware store customer: They tell you what its ingredients are, and how it’s guaranteed to exterminate every insect in the world, but they do not tell you whether or not it’s painless. And-and I say, insect or man, death should always be painless.

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Psycho

Well I’m not a fool. And I’m not capable of being fooled! Not even by a woman.

Norman Bates: Well I’m not a fool. And I’m not capable of being fooled! Not even by a woman.

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Psycho

Uh-uh, Mother-m-mother, what is the phrase? She isn’t quite herself today.

Norman Bates: Uh-uh, Mother-m-mother, what is the phrase? She isn’t quite herself today.

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Psycho

A hobby should pass the time, not fill it.

Norman Bates: A hobby should pass the time, not fill it.

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Psycho

We’re always quickest to doubt people who have a reputation for being honest.

Detective Milton Arbogast: We’re always quickest to doubt people who have a reputation for being honest.

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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.

Norman Bates: 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.
Marion Crane: Sometimes, we deliberately step into those traps.
Norman Bates: I was born into mine. I don’t mind it anymore.
Marion Crane: Oh, but you should. You should mind it.