#br bad

Jesse: You know, I don’t get it. Why would anyone paint a picture of a door, over and over again, like, dozens of times?

Jane: But it wasn’t the same.

Jesse: Yeah, it was.

Jane: It was the same subject, but it was different every time. The light was different, her mood was different. She saw something new every time she painted it.

Jesse: And that’s not psycho to you?

Jane: Well, then why should we do anything more than once? Should I just smoke this one cigarette? Maybe we should only have sex once, if it’s the same thing.

Jesse: …no.

Jane: Should we just watch one sunset? Or live just one day? Because it’s new every time. Each time is a different experience.

Jesse: Okay, fine. I guess the cow skull pictures were cool, but a door? I will say it again. A door.

Jane: Why not a door? Sometimes you get fixated on something, and you might not even get why. You open yourself up and go with the flow, wherever the universe takes you.

Jesse: Okay, so the universe took her to a door. And she got all obesessed with it, and just had to paint it 20 times until it was perfect.

Jane: No. I wouldn’t say that. Nothing’s perfect.

Jesse: Yeah? Well, I mean, [looking to her] some things.

Jane: Aww, that was so sweet, I think I threw up in my mouth a little bit.

Jesse: You can’t admit, just for once, that I’m right. Come on. That O’Keeffe lady kept trying over and over until that stupid door was perfect.