Psycho III Page #6

You had them cleaned.

- They were a little wrinkled and wet.

And a little out of style, too.

Oh, no. Conservative clothes

never go out of style.

I especially like that one.

You'd look swell in that tonight.

I think Mrs. Spool said she had

a son once. But he never visited her.

And she never went anywhere.

- Never went out, huh?

Just work. A real homebody.

I've got a backed-up toilet in 6...

- Mind if I stay and snoop a bit?

Why should I? The cops have already

paraded through here and everything.

You can rent it for all I care.

Spoolie's rent was two weeks past due.

How much for just a couple of hours?

- Thanks...

It's a pleasure to see a woman here

without blue hair and varicose veins.

Yeah.

- Just close the door when you leave.

Sure thing.

Bates Motel.

Hello?

Hello?

I'm going now. I won't be out late.

Mother?

She's a nice girl.

I've never drunk this much before.

- Me neither.

My mother never allowed liquor

at home. - What can we toast to now?

To happiness.

Would you like to dance?

- Oh, no. No. I couldn't.

It's very easy.

My mother taught me. Come on.

I feel woozy.

- It'll make you light on your feet.

Norman, I feel silly.

- Nothing wrong in that.

Just follow me.

I go forward, you go back.

Slow, slow, quick, quick...

See? You just learned

your basic back step.

Slow, slow, quick, quick...

Oh well, they say

the wet-look is coming back.

How's the party going, Ouke?

- It's cool, Norm.

You mind hanging on for a while?

- It's your overtime.

What's wrong?

I must've had too much to drink.

I just thought

I saw a woman in your house.

It's okay, Ouke. You can go now.

Whatever you say, boss.

Sorry, I can't offer you anything

to drink. - That's okay.

Except water.

- That's fine.

They're pretty loud.

I had a very special time tonight.

- Me too.

Thank you.

I should go.

Because of her?

- Who?

That lady you say I remind you of.

Oid she mean a lot to you?

We weren't...

It wasn't...

like it is with you.

How is it with me?

What's wrong?

I'm sorry, Maureen.

I can't do this.

It wouldn't be right.

Not just now.

It wouldn't be right?

Let's just lie here...

and hold each other.

Sorry to wake you, honey, but

you fell asleep with the door open.

With all these horny bastards

running around here, it's not a good

idea. Just wanted to let you know.

Thank you.

- I'll close it on my way out.

You dirty, dirty boy!

But I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything, Mother.

She's a nice girl.

- She's a whore.

We didn't do anything.

- You let her come between us.

It isn't right. It isn't natural.

It's perfectly natural

for a son to love his mother.

Would you leave me alone, Mother!

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