Don’t you get it? She’s the house! She’s the plain white shutters, the sparkling glass windows, and the perfect white picket fence. She’s the ordinary stuff. But you… you’re the red door. And when people come by, yeah, sure, they see the house. But for some reason, they always end up looking at the door. It’s always in the corner of their eye. You can’t ignore a red door. And the house is nice, hell, the house is perfect. But then there’s that door. It’s almost painful to look at. You’re the door.