Ben Sanderson: I need my drinky.
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.
Ben Sanderson: We could get prime rib. They got it on sale for $2.99. I love that dress.
Mr. Simpson: Well... what are you going to do now?
Ben Sanderson: I thought I might move out to Las Vegas.
Sera: Included with the rent 'round here is a complimentary blow-job.
Ben Sanderson: Don't you think you'd get a little bored, living with a drunk?
Sera: Well... that's what I want.
Ben Sanderson: You haven't seen the worst of it. I knock things over... throw up all the time. These past few days I've been very controlled. You're like some sort of antidote that mixes with the liquor and keeps me in balance. But, that won't last forever.
Ben Sanderson: Look at me... I'm a prickly pear.
Sera: I think the tough times are finally behind me. There'll always be bad things, but... my life is good. It is as I want it to be. It's good. It's good being here with you.
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.
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.
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.