Norma: "Obviously, but I would never say that out loud."
Norman: "I am about to throw a total fit, lady."
Norma: "Come on, you're not actually dating Bradley. When was the last time you did anything, or got more than a few seconds of face time, or she answered a text, or..."
Between Dylan and Norma both trying to save him from the face-melting explosion of awfulness he's about to bring down on his own head, Norman has motherfucking had it. He stomps his wonderful self all around the place for a while and then heads out into White Pine Bay, to lock this shit down once and for all.
Bradley: "Oh, shit. Hey Norman. You know, growing up in a Bret Easton Ellis novel has made most of us here in town pretty jaded? So like, could you not just cross-apply our sexual neurasthenia into this equation and understand that we never, ever have to have this..."
Norman: "As I have made perfectly clear in my many, many voicemails, emails, anonymous letters, postcards and psychic messages that I know only you can hear, we are in love. Got it?"
Bradley: "I mean, but no we're not."
Norman: "We are in love. You are acting ridiculous! Stop being afraid, I'm here to save you and protect you forevermore. Do you need support while you break up with Richard Slymore? Do you need comfort while you navigate the choppy strange waters of our innate spiritual connection?"
Bradley: "No, I need you to take it down like a million notches."
Norman: "Just let me finish. There is no point hiding from it anymore. I know how we feel about each other, I know we're both just scared and confused. I know we have a connection. Every time I see you, it's there. Making love to you was a peak experience. For both of us."
Bradley: "This is some ugly shit, Norman. I am real sorry about this."
Norman: "Sorry about what? It'll be a June wedding, we can both still go to college. My mommy can make us breakfast every day."
Bradley: "Norman, I want you to listen to me very carefully for one second, okay? Not to what you think I'm saying, or the tonal gradations in my voice that you can later decide were significant. The actual words. You feel me?"
Norman: "Inside every part of myself, all the time. Beating out a sweet tattoo. It's the cord of communion, Bradley."
Bradley: "Actual words, okay? I do not like you in that way. We had sex but that's what it was. It was great, you're great, but I am not Truman and this is not your Show."