Remo: "Better watch out for me, Golden Boy. I'll try to destroy you."
And it feels like a kiss!
Later on, they sort of slump as a single bloody entity up to their motel room, and Remo explains the actual deal, which is a very sympathetic and easy to understand story.
"Once I was the Dylan, or I thought I was. The Boss gave me a shot, like that time you ran over a teenage junkie child, and I failed to exhibit leadership potential. It has turned me -- over twenty-three years which is longer than you have been alive -- into the very sexy, very tiny mess you see before you."
Dylan: "Gil's been jerking you around that long?"
Remo: "No, the real boss. The one Jacob thinks is Romero."
Dylan: "So why not assert your rights as skilled labor? Or go get some other horrible job for horrible people like us?"
Remo: "Blood in blood out, Golden Boy. You don't quit, you retire. And our retirement plan is to be exploded or set on fire. It's not so much that I resent you out of ambition, it's that I am in a trap no less confining than when your mom was dating Shelby, and being your underling is just one more in the series of punishments that defines my life."
Dylan, you should be nicer to Remo. Blood's a rover. It is not that hard to make a Beta feel like an Alpha, and it is now your mission to do so. Not out of the kindness of your heart, either: He is turning you into a personal symbol faster than Norman did Bradley, and you see how shitty that gets for everybody.
Norman: "Mother, I must apologize in advance for what I am about to tell you..."
Norma: "Skipping school? I covered for you, kind of. Tell me what happened, please."
Norman: "I cannot do that. But it won't happen again. I'll black out or kill somebody or scratch terrifying messages to myself in the wood of my school desk, but whatever happens I will spare you further indignity."
Norma: "See, it's not the indignity so much as the fact as they want you to see a therapist."
Norman: "How is that possibly a bad thing?"
Norma: "Trust me, we don't want this. You cannot be on record as a crazy, or else our lives will once again come tumbling down on us, just like in the garage that fateful day."
Norman: "Cool, I can totally do normal. Don't even worry about it, lady. Hey, will you give me a ride to my taxidermy internship? I can't wait to pull the guts out of dead animals and preserve them with glassy eyes that can see into a future of only blood."