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: woah, 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 obsessed with it, and just had to paint it like 20 times until it was perfect.
jane: no, i wouldn’t say that. nothing’s perfect.
jesse: yeah? well, i mean… 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 again until that stupid door was perfect.
jane: no. that door was her home and she loved it. to me, that’s about making that feeling last.