Marion Crane: Do you have any vacancies?Norman Bates: Oh, we have 12 vacancies. 12 cabins, 12 vacancies.
Norman Bates: Well, a son is a poor substitute for a lover.Marion Crane: Why don't you go away?Norman Bates: What, to a private island like you?Marion Crane: No, not like me.Norman Bates: I couldn't do that. Who would look after her? The fire in her fireplace would go out. It would be cold and damp up there like a grave. If you love sombody, you wouldn't leave them even if they treat your badly. Do you understand? I don't hate my mother. I hate at what she's become. I hate her illness.
Sheriff Al Chambers: Your detective told you he couldn't come right back because he was goin' to question Norman Bates' mother. Right?Lila Crane: Yes.Sheriff Al Chambers: Norman Bates' mother has been dead and buried in Greenlawn Cenetery for the past ten years!Eliza Chambers: I helped Norman pick out the dress she was buried in. Periwinkle blue.Sheriff Al Chambers: 'Tain't only local history, Sam. It's the only case of murder and suicide on Fairvale ledgers.