- Norman Bates: Oh, Mother, what is wrong with you?
- Norma Louise Bates: What is wrong with me? Well, let me see, for, uh Let's see, for starters, I am dead. And why am I pretending to be dead? So I could get away from everyone and everything that could distract me from you, okay?
- Norman Bates: I know that, and I appreciate it.
- Norma Louise Bates: You appreciate it? Appreciate, like I baked you a coffee cake or something?