Well, what was it like?

What's what like screwing a psycho?

Yeah.

Oh, would you mind removing your foot?

Yeah.

Next.

Mhm.

Two turkey sandwiches on whole wheat toast one BLT?

Hold the mayo?

I'll get the tomatoes.

Mr Statler.

Hey, I suppose you didn't spend last night alone with them in that house, Huh?

You got strange tastes in men honey.

Just because two people sleep under the same roof.

Doesn't necessarily mean they've made love since.

When?

Uh are you the kind that doesn't kiss and tell you really want to know what norman's like?

Yeah.

Better than you'll ever be fat boy.

I mean, cut it out to me, norman, are you talking to me?

Wacko.

Mm.

Come on, come on.

Huh?

What's wrong?

Oh, that's that's beautiful.

Go on psycho.

Pick it up.

Come on, pick it up.

What's the matter?

You lose your nerve, huh?

But you only attack women, Huh?

Go on.

Pick it up.

Show us what you're really like.

Come on.

Loony matt Murray.

Not only is he crazy?

He's chickenshit.

No.

Mhm.

What's the trouble?

The trouble is that site the last time I eat here?

You're sweating all over.

Can I get you something?

A glass of water?

Maybe?

Know what the hell did you do out there?

That man?

Mr.

To me?

He was trying talking to you girl.

Well, he was bothering mary and then he slipped me a note.

What note?

It's there on the wheel?

There's nothing here.

Yeah.

Look norman.

You're tired.

Why don't you take the rest of the afternoon off.

I'm telling you it was right there.

Sure it was.

Don't humor me.

I'm telling you there was a note on that wheel for my dead mother.

Right?

Thanks.