i am sorry, boy, but you do manage to look ludicrous when you give me orders!
no! i will not hide in the fruit cellar! think i'm fruity, huh? i'm staying right here! this is my room and no one will drag me out of it.  least of all my big bold son!
just for a few days.  in that dank fruit cellar? no! you hid me there once, boy, and you won't do it again! not ever again! now get out! i told you to get out, boy! norman! what do you think you're going to do? don't you touch me! don't! norman! all right, son, put me down and i'll go. i'll go on my own two feet. i can go on my own two feet, can't i?
it's sad.  when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son.  but i couldn't allow them to believe that i would commit murder. they'll put him away now.  as i should have.  years ago. he was always.  bad. and in the end, he intended to tell them i killed those girls.  and that man. as if i could do anything except just sit and stare.  like one of his stuffed birds. well, they know i can't even move a finger. and i won't. i'll just sit here and be quiet. just in case they do.  suspect me.
they're probably watching me. well, let them. let them see what kind of a person i am. i'm not going to swat that fly. i hope they are watching. they'll see.  they'll see.  and they'll know.  and they'll say.  'why, she wouldn't even harm a fly'