Breaking Bad

Yo, I thought I was going to see some, like, vaginas.

I didn't say she actually painted vaginas.

I said

some of her paintings

looked like vaginas.

Uh, seriously?

Not even close.

Georgia O'Keeffe painted all kinds of stuff.

Huh. Everyday items, her surroundings.

Some of it evoked an erotic nature.

It's who she was.

Not like any vagina I ever saw.

This chick have medical issues?

This particular painting--

Mmm.

...is of a door.

Any other doors we can check out?

Like, real ones or...

You know, I-I-I don't get it.

Why would anyone paint a picture of a door

over and over again, like, dozens of times?

But it wasn't the same.

Uh, yeah, it was.

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.

And that's not psycho to you?

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.

Whoa, no--

Should we just watch one sunset?

Or live just one day.

Because it's new every time.

Each time, it's a different experience.

Okay, fine.

I guess the cow skull pictures were cool,

but a door?

I will say it again.

A door.

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.

Okay, so the universe took her to a door,

and she got all obsessed with it

and just had to paint it 20 times until it was perfect.

No, I wouldn't say that. Nothing's perfect.

Yeah?

Well...

Oh, yeah.

Some things.

Oh, that was so sweet,

I think I threw up in my mouth a little bit.

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.

No. That door was her home, and she loved it.

To me, that's about making that feeling last.

All right, here we go. You ready?

Come on, give me a step. Give me one step.

Nope.

Nope, that's it. Take me up.

You can do this, Hank.

Come on, it's supposed to hurt.

Pain is weakness leaving your body.

Pain is my foot in your ass, Marie.

Hey, if you can get your leg up that high, I say go for it.

Take me up. Take me up. All right, coffee break.

We're gonna let you rest for a minute, and then we're gonna try it again.

Never mind about your coffee break. Take me up.

I'm done. I'm done.

Come on, Uncle Hank. You can do it.

How else are you going to get out of here?

Don't you have any friends?

I mean Jesus, find something better to do.

I don't need everyone staring at me

hanging here like a camel's ball sack.

Hank, he just wants to be supportive.

It's all right.

All right, I'll be right back.

Okay? I'll be right back.

You gonna get me out of here sometime today?

Honey--

We got our first bill,

and, you know, if you're still insistent--

I am.

Prepare yourself.

Yeah.

They're gonna start coming in weekly like that, so...

Okay.

You're sure you can do this?

Yeah.

I'll do that.

What the hell, man?

What, I can't work a scale now?

This is bullshit.

Just say it.

Just say the words.

You think I'm stealing. Shh.

Walk with who you are.

That was a phrase my sponsor used to use with me

back when I first started coming to meetings.

It's probably just a different way of saying "Be yourself."

Right?

But this idea of "walk"

also tells me

that I have to move forward.

Always good advice, at least for me.

I see we have some new people here at group,

a couple new faces.

Let's see some hands.

First time?

Great. Welcome.

Maybe we can go around, introduce ourselves.

Say whatever's on your mind.

How about you? You want to start us off?

Yeah. My name is Andrea...

and, uh...

We don't bite. No judgments.

You can be as open and honest as you want to be.

Honestly, I don't want to be here.

All right. Fair enough.

Who else had their hand up?

Hey. 'Sup?

My name's Jesse.

Why, hello.

My name is Brandon.

And this is, I believe, Peter?

Right. I'm Peter. How are you?

Look, I just wanted to give you a heads up.

It's gonna get a little slower smuggling product

with Grandpa Anus watching every move I make.

But don't worry. I'll keep it flowing.

Great. Right on.

Yeah.

So how's it selling?

Mad volume?

Yeah. It's, uh...

You know, it's, um...

It's not so good.

What do you mean?

How much have you sold?

I sold a teenth.

One teenth?

That's it?

Yeah.

To who?

To him.

Look, it's not so easy selling to these people.

They're here trying to better themselves.

Yeah, there's, like,

positivity and stuff going on here.

I'm out risking my ass to get product for you two,

and you're too pussy to sell?

You're pathetic.

You know what? I want it back. All of it.

I'll sell it myself.

Come on, man. Don't be like that.

Selling to these people, it's like shooting a baby in the face.

It's not natural.

Yeah, Jesse, it's not easy like you think.

I'll show you exactly how easy it is.

Oh, hey. Sorry.

No. Go ahead.

It's Andrea, right?

Yeah.

Hey, um, my name's Jesse,

and, uh, I don't really want to be here, either.

Oh, um--

Sorry.

Thanks.

Aunt Marie's coming to dinner?

No.

Your dad is.

[Walter, Jr. ] How'd you get her to sleep so quick?

Are you that boring?

I'm comforting.

I'm a comforting presence.

There we go.

Shh, shh.

Hey, so check it out.

Huh?

See what that means?

Check out the date.

Next Thursday is officially six months

that I have had my learner's,

which means I can get my provisional

and start driving by myself.

Since when? You don't turn 16 for two more months.

It doesn't matter. It's a provisional.

Look it up. They changed the law, like, 10 years ago.

Oh, yeah? Well, I didn't vote for that.

Doesn't matter if you voted for it.

It's the law.