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.
Sera: Don't you like me, Ben?
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?
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: I came here to drink myself to death.
Sera: Is drinking a way of killing yourself?
Ben: Look at me... I'm a prickly pear.
Ben: I am a drunk, and you're a hooker. I want you to know I am a person who is totally at ease with this.
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: Giving you money makes me want to come.
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