Emma: "Relationship status unchanged? Thought so. Hookup. Which is fine. We are quite modern here in the WPB, I ain't mad at ya."
Norman: "I am quite not-modern, here in my life, so I guess we can table this while I feel sorry for you."
Emma: "You do whatever you want, lady. But I want to search Keith Summers's boat."
Yep, same name as the motel used to have, because Keith Summers was gross but also an idiot.
Emma: "Hey, the worst thing that will happen is we'll fail. Or we'll get arrested for breaking and entering. Which is still not murder."
There's a lock on the outer door, which Emma smashes to fuck with her oxygen tank because she is a boss and then after a few disheartening search minutes, out pops Jiao from a locker, screamin' and clawin' and spittin' and generally doing what you would do if somebody doped you up on heroin and sold you to a bunch of people for sex and then locked you in a broom closet and then randos came to presumably torture you more. Eventually they get her in the car.
I keep thinking the room numbers are going to matter but in this case I think it's only important because it's so far down from the motel office, which is going to matter in a minute.
Norman: "She keeps passing out and she has puke in her hair, so."
Emma: "I wonder what our endgame here is."
Norma, like the last 24 hours never happened, is acting totally normal and looking for her kid, but eventually when she sees Emma's car -- remember, she's been operating under the assumption that it's Emma who has hamburgled her son's virtue -- she gets all crazy again. She storms the room expecting to find heavy petting, and instead finds a barfing Chinese sex slave on the bed with them both. Needless to say, she is beside herself.
Norma: "Norman what the fuck?"
Emma: "Does she know?"
Norma: "Do I know what? To repeat
Norman: "Have a seat, Norma."
Norma: "I don't think I shall. I don't think I feel like sitting down in the middle of your vomit threesome."
Norman: "Oh my God, chill. This is just your boyfriend's sex slave."
Norma: "This again? How many times do I have to tell you, you hallucinated that."
Norman: "Um, did I hallucinate it so hard that she is sitting on and befouling this bed now?"