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"The only motive that there ever was
Was to completely control a person
A person that I found physically attractive
And keep them with me as long as possible
Even if it meant just keeping a part of them"

- Jeffery Dahmer

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Produced and Directed by Alfred Hitchcock
Written by Joseph Stefano

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Norman:
"Not really. I hear that expression, that one eats "like a bird," is really a falsie, I mean a falsity, because birds eat a tremendous lot.
(A pause, then explaining)
Oh, I don't know anything about birds. My hobby is just stuffing things... taxidermy. And I guess I'd just rather stuff birds because.... Well, I hate the look of beasts when they're stuffed, foxes and chimps and all... Some people even stuff dogs and cats... But I can't.... I think only birds look well stuffed because they're rather... passive, to begin with.... most of them...."

He trails off. his exuberance failing in the rushing return of his natural hesitancy and discomfort. Mary looks at him, with some compassion, smiles.

Mary:
"It's a strange hobby. Curious, I mean."

Norman:
"Uncommon, too."

Mary:
"I imagine so."

Norman:
"It's not as expensive as you'd think. Cheap, really. Needles, thread, sawdust... the chemicals are all that cost anything. (He goes quiet, looks disturbed)

Mary:
"A man should have a hobby."

Norman:
"It's more than a hobby... sometimes... a hobby is supposed to pass the time, not fill it."

Mary:
(after a pause, softly)
"Is your time so empty?"

Norman:
"Oh no!"
(forcing brightness again)
"I run this office, tend the cabins and grounds, to little chores for mother...The ones she allows I might be capable of doing."

Mary:
"You go out.... with friends?"

Norman:
"Friends? Who needs friends.
A boy's best friend is his mother."

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by The Chordettes

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Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bom, bom, bom, bom)
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (bom, bom, bom, bom)
Give him two lips like roses and clover (bom, bom, bom, bom)
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Sandman, I'm so alone (bom, bom, bom, bom)
Don't have nobody to call my own (bom, bom, bom, bom)
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him the word that I'm not a rover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam (woah)
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Mr. Sandman (yes?) bring us a dream
Give him a pair of eyes with a "come-hither" gleam
Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like Liberace
Mr. Sandman, someone to hold (someone to hold)
Would be so peachy before we're too old
So please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring us
Please, please, please, Mr. Sandman
Bring us a dream