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: Aaaah 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 everytime she painted it.
Jesse: And that's not psycho to you?
Jane: Well, then why would she do anything more than once? Would you like to smoke this one cigarette? Maybe we should only have sex once if it's the same thing.
Jesse: Whoaa! No..
Jane: So we just watch one sunset? Or live just one day. Because it's new everytime. Each time is a different experience.