Norman Bates: "It's not as if she were a... maniac, a raving thing She just goes... a little mad sometimes We all go a little mad sometimes" Norman Bates: "You understand that I don't hate her. I hate what she's become. I hate the illness." Marion: "Wouldn't it be better if you put her... someplace?" Norman: "You mean an institution? A madhouse?" Put her in some place I am sorry- She's hurting you With western eyes and serpents' breath We lay our own conscience to rest But I'm aching at the view Yes I'm breaking at the seams just like you