Romero: "That's what I call entrepreneurship."
Maggie: "So are you going to help me or anything? My life is pretty tragic."
Romero: "I'm gonna do some stuff -- crazy bad stuff. You might benefit, who knows."
Maggie: "Welp. That's more than I deserve."
Norma: "Hello, it's Norma Bates. You may remember me from a few minutes ago when I called? Yeah, you too. Listen, about the ongoing patrol Romero promised me weeks ago..."
Emma: "Sorry I'm late to my internship at your crazy-people motel! But I had to get a vintage dress for the dance!"
Norma: "What dance?"
Emma: "The one your son Norman is taking me to!"
Norma: "How can I stop this?"
Emma: "Or we could double down on the weirdness by having you hold up the dress I'll be wearing to your own body. Maybe if we're lucky, Norman will walk in on that happening and just completely unspool."
Emma kneels to investigate a vintage possible-spot, getting right up in Norma's thighs where her big secret scar is. They share a moment about that, because it's dreadful.
Norma: "That is nothing. You did not see it."
Emma: "Oh girl, I am not about to ask you about strange scars on your body. I mean, this is not my first day."
Norma: "It was hot chocolate! In Florida or Ohio or one of those states with frequent hot-chocolate incidents."
Emma: "Yeah, that probably hurt..."
Norma: "I was just a kid. I don't really remember."
Emma: "I'm going to firmly change the subject, if you don't mind."
Norma: "I was two years of age!"
Emma: "Okay, sure. I'm going to hide elsewhere in your house now."
Norma: "Rad, I'm going to run out of the building like I have somewhere to be."
Dylan: "Hey Norma. Changed my mind. Got you a gun. Let's go to the shooting range and see if I can't leverage just a little bit of my position here as your kid."
Dylan helps her with her stance and talks her through it, and it's marvelous in exactly the way you're thinking -- him glorying in being good at something, Norma giddy and distracted and happy to not be thinking about her leg, or her Norman, or the million scars thereupon -- and of course he's about two-thirds of the way through his very careful, caring spiel when she fires. So then he gets to yell at her about that and they both enjoy that, too.