Ozark, Season 3

Wendy Byrde:
So, you think this house will work?

Helen Pierce:
Um, at least it's three months I don't have to deal with Gene. Ugh, he attacks and attacks and attacks. He has no idea what I've endured just to keep him alive. Not that I want him dead, obviously. I mean, I do want my kids to have a father, but do I fantasize now and then about him getting the shit kicked out of him? Losing a few of those teeth he spent a small fortune capping? [clicks tongue] You betcha. I don't mean to dwell on Gene.

Wendy Byrde:
You're not.

Helen Pierce:
It's just, you know, when things get so hostile so fast, you think, "How'd I manage to fuck that up so badly?" That painting has no intention. How is it that all these years, I was trying to protect my family, and actually, I was just doing the opposite?

Wendy Byrde:
For all you know, things could have been much worse, and you're the reason they're not.

Helen Pierce:
Maybe he sensed that I was keeping things from him and withdrew. I don't know. Maybe it is all my fault. Maybe if I'd told him everything, we'd still be together. I don't know.

Wendy Byrde:
That just trades one set of problems for another. Ask our therapist. [laughs] We're very careful.

Helen Pierce:
Hmm.

Wendy Byrde:
Maybe that's the only way to truly make a marriage last. Make it impossible to blow up without the shock wave swallowing everyone.

Helen Pierce:
Mutually assured destruction.