Psycho II Page #5

Nothing nice and I

think he's been drinking.

He sure smells like it.

Hey, you do have

other tables, honey,

or do you want me to

wait on those, too?

Talk about the customers

being nasty.

Excuse me,

do you still work here?

Yeah.

Then can I please

have my orders?

What was it like?

What's what like?

Screwin' a psycho?

Would you mind

removing your foot?

Next.

Two turkey sandwiches

on whole wheat toast.

One BLT, hold the mayo.

I'll get the tomatoes,

Mr. Statler.

Hey, I suppose

you didn't spend last night

alone with him

in that house, huh?

You got strange tastes

in men, honey.

Just because two people

sleep under the same roof

doesn't necessarily mean

they've made love.

Since when, huh?

Or are you the kind that

doesn't, uh, kiss and tell?

You really want to know

what Norman's like?

Yeah.

Better than

you'll ever be, fat boy.

Cut it out, Toomey!

Norman?

Are you talkin'

to me, whacko?

Come on.

Come on. Come on! Huh?

What's wrong?

Oh. Oh, that's... that's beautiful.

Go on, psycho, pick it up.

Come on, pick it up!

What's the matter,

you lose your nerve, huh?

Or do you only

attack women, huh?

Go on, pick it up!

Show us what

you're really like.

Come... Come on, loony.

Oh, look, not only is he

crazy, he's chicken sh*t, too.

What's the trouble, Warren?

The trouble is

that psycho you hired.

This is the last time

I eat here.

You're sweating all over.

Can I get you

something?

A glass of water, maybe?

No.

What the hell did you

do out there?

That man, Mr. Toomey,

he was trying...

I'm not talkin'

to you, girl.

Well?

He was bothering Mary, and

then he slipped me a note.

What note?

It's there on the wheel.

There's nothing here.

Look, Norman, you're tired.

Why don't you take the

rest of the afternoon off?

I'm telling you,

it was right there.

Sure it was.

Don't humor me.

I'm telling you there

was a note on that wheel

from my dead mother.

Okay, everybody,

business as usual.

Hi.

Is that offer to room

with you still open?

Oh, sure.

Great.

Well, w-what happened?

Oh,

you know my girlfriend,

the one I told you about?

Yeah.

Well,

her boyfriend sleeps over

almost every night.

Do you know what it's like trying

to sleep in a one-room apartment

when a couple's making love

five feet from you?

Noisy?

You're not kidding.

Well, I thought you were

wonderful today.

Why?

The way you handled

that Toomey guy.

What an a**hole.

I could've killed him

and you were so cool.

No, I don't kill

people anymore, remember?

Oh, here.

What's this?

Fudge.

My grandmother sent it to

me. She makes great fudge.

Well, thank you.

What about that note?

You figure out who sent it?

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