Ethan: "Everything should settle back down now. You want a beer?"
Dylan: "Uh, yeah."
There's a rustle in the bushes, but Dylan's fear turns to joy when he realizes it's a pheasant, and he can impress somebody with something for the first time like ever. Something about the conspiratorial smile with which he shoulders the rifle -- like it's turned back into just a gun, from whatever it was before -- made me realize I am pretty much completely on Dylan's side from here on out. Normal isn't always good, but good is always normal.
Bonks her tank up every single goddamned step up to his door, knowing he's going to give her shit and not caring about it. Bradley, I think, is fascinated by the beautiful lake as an object; Emma recognizes something in it, subjectively. I don't think it's a love triangle happening so much as Bradley is somebody he can safely crush on without pissing off Norma -- a childish enthusiasm -- whereas Emma is giving him something nobody else has: A decent shot at accountability. "You be crazy all you want, I'm still your friend and I'm not asking for shit or making you my emotional pack mule, so you be the judge."
Norman: "I can't even talk to you. I don't feel good, from falling sideways at school in front of you if you remember, and my mother doesn't allow visitors in the house when she's gone or really ever at any time..."
(She fully shoves her tank in the door to keep him from slamming it in her face.)
Emma: "I never feel good, Norman, but life keeps moving. She was real. If we forget about her, then the world will forget about her. It'll be like she never existed. Like her life didn't matter."
Which is valid, but he can't ever forget -- between the tubes in her nose and the tank she clonks all over town -- that we're not just talking about the one dead girl. He takes her into the kitchen, and she shows him the one repeated non-Chinese figure in the entire thing: The number four, over and over. He makes the connection to the motel room where he found it and she drags him down the hillside.
Emma: "So they bring 'em over here from China, and then the guys come to the motel for a test drive..."
Norman: "Yeah, but like who? Deputy Shelby, probably. He's a motherfucker."
Emma: "Yeah or Keith. Have you met Keith Summers? He is fucking awful. Sex-slave buying, nooks-and-crannies awful."