Ben Sanderson: I don't know if I started drinking 'cause my wife left me or my wife left me 'cause I started drinking, but fuck it anyway.
Sera: You can fuck me in the ass. You can cum on my face. Just keep it out of my hair. I just washed it.
[last lines]
Sera: I think the thing is, we both realized that we didn't have that much time. And I accepted him for who he was, and I didn't expect him to change, and I think he felt that for me, too. I liked his drama, and he needed me. And I loved him. I really loved him.
Ben Sanderson: We both know that I'm a drunk. And I know you are a hooker. I hope you understand that I am a person who is totally at ease with that. Which is not to say that I'm indifferent or I don't care, I do. It simple means that I trust and accept your judgment.
Sera: Is drinking a way of killing yourself?
Ben Sanderson: Or, is killing myself a way of drinking?
Ben Sanderson: I'll tell you, right now... I'm in love with you. But, be that as it may, i am not here to force my twisted soul into your life.
Sera: Don't you like me, Ben?
Ben Sanderson: Sera... what you don't understand is - no, see, no. You can never, never ask me to stop drinking. Do you understand?
Sera: I do. I really do.
Sera: So why are you a drunk?
Ben Sanderson: Why am I a drunk? Is that really what you wanna ask me?
Sera: Yes.
Ben Sanderson: Well, then, this is our first date, or our last. Until now I wasn't sure it was either.
Terri: Maybe you shouldn't drink so much.
Ben Sanderson: Maybe I shouldn't breathe so much Terri. HIHI!
Sera: Included with the rent 'round here is a complimentary blow-job.
Sera: How do you feel?
Ben Sanderson: Like the kling klang king of the rim ram room.
Sera: That's nice talk, Ben - keep drinking. Between the 101-proof breath and the occasional bits of drool, some interesting words come out.
Ben Sanderson: Giving you money makes me want to come.
Sera: Then come.
Ben Sanderson: Look at me... I'm a prickly pear.
Ben Sanderson: [to Sera as he is dying] See how hard you make me, angel?
Ben Sanderson: I came here to drink myself to death.
Sera: How long will it take you?
Ben Sanderson: I'd say about three to four weeks.
Sera: You go back to your hotel and I'll go back to my glamorous life of being alone. The only thing I have to come home to is a bottle of mouthwash to get the taste of cum out of my mouth. I'm tired of being alone. That's what I'm tired of.
