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.

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.

Are you desirable? Are you irresistible? 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... what you don't understand is - no, see, no. You can never, never ask me to stop drinking. Do you understand?

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.

Or, killing myself is a way to drink?

Like the kling klang king of the rim ram room.

Why am I a drunk? Is that really what you wanna ask me?

Well, then, this is our first date, or our last. Until now I wasn't sure it was either.

I think when I'm done with this I'll have a gin and tonic.

I understand what you're saying. I appreciate your concern. It's not my intention to make you uncomfortable. Please, serve me today, and I'll never come in here again. If I do, you can 86 me.

Don't you think you'll get a little bored, living with a drunk?

You haven't seen the worst of it. These last few days, I've been very controlled. But, I knock things over and throw up all the time. But, right now, I feel really good. You're like some sort of antidote that mixes with the liquor and keeps me in balance. But, that won't last forever.

No. I came here to - drink myself to death. Cashed in all my money, paid my AmEx card, gonna sell the car tomorrow.

I think about - four weeks.

What's your name?

Terri, I am going to buy you a drink.

Bud, please. Buy the lady a drink and another one for you. I'm Benjamin. Ben. Benny Goodman, that's me. I think you're sexy. That's right. Look at those eyes. Sexy like a kitty cat.

You turn me on, bar-rum, you turn me on, bar-rum, you're not too long, you're not too short, you're not too round, bar-rum, you're like a cat, the cat in the hat. Look at those eyes. Honest to God. You're luminescent, baby. What?

Interesting choice of words. I don't remember. I just know that I want to.

Sera… I'm not gonna see a doctor. Perhaps now would be a good time for me to move back to a motel.

Baby, I'm ready to sign. There. Steady as a fucking rock. Excuse my French. Want to have dinner with me?

I don't care about any of that. There's time left. You can have more money. You can drink all you want. Just stay. That's what I want. I want you to - talk or listen. Just stay.

Wow. Wow. Well, that's astonishing, Sera.

Well, look I'm going to move to a real smart hotel tomorrow if it will make you feel better. Let's talk about tomorrow. Do you want to do something?

I'm not much good in the sack, Sera.

I was looking for you tonight. I don't know if you have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend; but, if you have some free time, I thought maybe we could - get some dinner.

Oh, I think you know I'm serious.

Speaking of drinks, here is yours. Down that hatch. And here's mine. Cheers. Come on. There we go. Yes? Let's do it! To it!

I really wish you'd come home with me. And you're so cute. And I'm really good in bed, too. Believe me! And you smell great. And you look great. Your hair's great. No? Okay.

Just because my feet were too big in the morning, Just because I can't remember your mother's name, Just because I put the octopus in the bed, Just because, because, because, because, Bill Cosby

I threw them out, which was perhaps immoral; but, I wanted to come to you clean, so to speak. Thought we'd go shopping. Pick out a pair of jeans and 45 pairs of underwear. Just throw one out each day.

Wow. Maybe I should follow you around and ask one of your tricks what it's like to sleep with you.

What are you? Some sort of angel visiting me from one of my drunk fantasies? How can you be so good?