It's a trade-off, but it's not a trade anybody actually makes: You're born with it. Or at least that's Norma's fear. Norman isn't there yet.
Principal: "I have no way of knowing how little interest you have in authority figures today, but listen. Your kid is a timebomb."
Norma: "He is perfectly lovely. Go fuck yourself. He came home, he was sick."
Miss Watson: "Sick in the head, maybe. He freaked me out so bad my hair went Rogue."
Norma: "Did you put your hands on my son? A student?"
Miss Watson: "No doubt I am creepy in some way, but don't put this on me."
Miss Watson: "We have psychologists right here at the school that could just go digging the fuck around in your son's brain whenever they..."
Norma: "NO WAY. Let me put him in therapy. Somebody I have chosen, somebody I can blackmail or have sex with, somebody who will let me run the session as though they have not been literally trained in their profession to avoid letting me do that."
Miss Watson: "Sure, why not? Tell me who, when you find one."
Norma, scooting out the door: "I will make sure to not do that at all."
WHO DO YOU LOVE?
Me, I love Remo. Actually, I love Dylan with my whole heart, but Remo's just so great. Cigarettes and motor oil. (His kid is also an actor on this show, somebody named Gunner, but I don't remember meeting him yet. Maybe he's the kid in the blue plaid shirt that was teleporting madly around the school and managed to walk past Bradley and Norman eleven separate times in their scene.)
Dylan: "I am a growing boy! I need sleep, not just more and more alcohol until things get weird."
Remo: "We are doing the latter! Two more shots for me and my 'boss.'"
Dylan: "I get that you resent me, but I don't know that getting super weird is going to fix it."
Remo: "And yet, I am way ahead of you and already being weird. And rude."
Dylan: "Maybe your career has been stymied by your very clear case of alcoholism."
Remo: "Maybe I should punch you and we can roll around on the floor, covered in peanut shells and broken glass and face blood shooting out of our faces!"
It's not a suggestion so much as a Coming Attractions, and once they roll to the middle and start quietly bleeding, you think maybe it's going to be okay. This is what men do. This is like what Norma thinks everything is like all the time, just gross sweaty guys rolling around in the dirt with semi-chubs, angry about who knows what.