Dylan: "Check me out, cockblocking you like usual. That dude is creepy times a million, Norma. This is no way for a dream to come true."
Norma: "I don't think he was weird! He was perfectly normal!"
Dylan: "He sat in the driveway for like ever, watching me toss the garbage. He namedropped Keith Summers, for God's sake."
Norma: "Those are perfectly normal behaviors!"
Long-suffering, good old Dylan heads over to Room #9 to at least do the bare minimum of due diligence.
Dylan: "Hey, sorry to interrupt your sex murder or whatever, but could I get at the very least a driver's license and a credit card? Because this is a business?"
Jake: "Ugh, so plebian. Here's my license for five blurred seconds, and several hundred-dollar bills for you to suck on."
Dylan: "Then I guess I will."
Dylan: "Put this on your Toldya So Bingo board -- he paid in cash and... What are you doing now?"
Norma: "Scrubbing the blood off my home's front porch in the middle of the night, obviously. Like a maniac, because I am a maniac."
Dylan: "Stone is porous, you can't scrub blood out of it. If it were a truck we could blow it up, but since it's your house..."
Norma: "I'm gonna keep scrubbing. You know that about me. And also, what, I'm just gonna wait? Another beautiful morning in White Pine Bay! Listen to those birds! Oh, and check out that location where my boyfriend bled out after accidentally raping me and nearly killing everybody. Does that sound like something I would stand for?"
Dylan: "No, but that's not the point. The point is that what you are doing is meaningless."
Norma: "You talk a good game about moving on, but listen. Those bitches in town wouldn't take my brochures. It was like that part in Pretty Woman, only I never got to go shopping. Awful."
Dylan: "The WPB is a town without pity, it's true. But it'll blow over. At this rate, somebody is going to be lit on fire or turn up in the harbor by tomorrow."
Norma: "If we don't do a bang-up business, we'll be marked as failures! I will be the laughingstock of White Pine! They will win. And I will be god damned, Dylan Texas, if I let that happen. Those fuckers are never going to get one over on old Norma Bates."
Dylan: "You're gonna wear yourself out eventually, I guess. Have at it. Oh, and here's the money your stupid ass forgot to ask for, 'small business owner.' You're welcome."