It was a strange little sound when Norman made it. Misplaced. Oh? to the paint or Oh? to Simon's sister? That was part of the reason why people ended up being a little nervous around Norman. He didn't fit in with the standards of society. And he certainly didn't know how to make conversation. Not real conversation, anyway. And his subjects were rather limited. Being that he hardly had the opportunity to practice speaking with other people.
"Sometimes Mother doesn't talk to me. She didn't talk to me for a long time once. She was mad at me for something that I did. But it was a long time ago."
You disgusting good-for-nothing waste of life! You poisoned me! You poisoned me and killed me! With my own tea, goddamn you!
"I don't think she's mad anymore. People get over those things, you know. Maybe your sister just needs time to talk to you again. Like Mother needed time."