"She's not a whore," he grits into the floor. Not on his knees, but lower. On his belly. She doesn't really want the Deputy, didn't she say? Didn't she say it was all for him?
Homey banjo/fiddle country plays, as a burly man helps Shelby win a victory sawing a log.
Shelby: "I told you it's stupid. But fun."
Norma: "It's fairly great, actually. Regular people doing things in plaid clothing."
Shelby: "I am sure that Keith Summers is in a ditch somewhere. He was into bad shit. Generally the man was a trainwreck."
Norma: "Why does weird shit keep happening to me and my kid? Like, this town seems to be like this, but then it isn't."
Shelby: "There is no town that is actually like this. We make artisanal cheeses and sell organic pork foods. And yet everybody here drives expensive cars and lives in mansions. The White Pine Bay economy is not built on..."
Norma: "You surely don't allow illegal things -- bad things -- to happen here."
Shelby: "We deal with things. Things are dealt with."
Norma: "Like that guy that got burned up?"
Shelby: "That'll be handled."
Norma: "Not what I asked, but even creepier. Great. I need to be home by nine, which is now."
Norma: "What has happened to your beautiful face? It has gone to hell!"
Norman: "Fight with Dylan. The why is not important. Don't worry about it."
Norma: "You both have to realize that I won't stand for you getting hurt."
Norman: "So kick him out, with my blessing. Today has been a shitstorm for the Norma/Norman Tea Party department, and knowing you went on a date isn't helping."
Dylan is attracted to this thing, the Norman/Norma thing, for about a hundred reasons: It's something he has never had but in even brighter colors; it's fascinating because it's fucked up. Like Norman before her date, he can't stop looking at it. But most of all it's his particular tiger, his form of crazy, focusing right down in on that dynamic: We play the roles we were taught to play. He's always been an intruder -- then be an intruder, represent the whole world of men. Normalize them both. He's always been jealous of their closeness -- then point out how toxic it is, obsess on that. Sometimes protecting Norman, sometimes attacking Norma: Whoever is going to give you the most attention, that's who gets it. He loves Norman because she does; he hates Norma because she loves someone else; he hates Norman for being the beloved second try, the second pancake. He's always been the mistake, that's fine: Every Cain has an Abel. That's when you see sparks.