Ben: I came here to drink myself to death.
Sera: How long will it take you?
Ben: I'd say about three to four weeks.

Sera: Is drinking a way of killing yourself?
Ben: Or, is killing myself a way of drinking?

Ben: Look at me... I'm a prickly pear.

Ben: 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: That's nice talk, Ben - keep drinking. Between the 101-proof breath and the occasional bits of drool, some interesting words come out.

Sera: How do you feel?
Ben: Like the kling klang king of the rim ram room.

Ben: Giving you money makes me want to come.
Sera: Then come.

Ben Sanderson: Sarah, with an "H"?
Sera: With an "E". S-E-R-A. Sera.

Ben Sanderson: I don't know if my wife left me because of my drinking or I started drinking 'cause my wife left me.

Terri: Maybe you shouldn't drink so much.
Ben: Maybe I shouldn't breathe so much either.

Sera: Don't you like me, Ben?
Ben: 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: I know a cool place in the desert.

Ben: Are you desirable? Are you irresistable? Maybe if you drank bourbon with me, it would help. Maybe if you kissed me and I could taste the sting in your mouth it would help. If you drank bourbon with me naked. If you smelled of bourbon as you fucked me, it would help. It would increase my esteem for you. If you poured bourbon onto your naked body and said to me "drink this". If you spread your legs and you had bourbon dripping from your breasts and your pussy and said "drink here" then I could fall in love with you. Because then I would have a purpose. To clean you up and that, that would prove that I'm worth something. I'd lick you clean so that you could go away and fuck someone else.

Sera: Included with the rent 'round here is a complimentary blow-job.

Sera: What's up?
Ben: I was looking for you tonight. I don't know if you've a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, but I thought maybe we could get some dinner.

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.