She might have fooled me, but she didn't fool my mother.
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.
California Charlie: It's the first time the customer ever high-pressured the salesman. I figure roughly... your car plus seven hundred dollars.Marion Crane: Seven hundred dollars?California Charlie: You always got time to argue money, huh?
