Leaving Las Vegas (1995)
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 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.
Ben Sanderson: 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: You can fuck me in the ass. You can cum on my face. Just keep it out of my hair. I just washed it.
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.
Terri: Maybe you shouldn't drink so much.
Ben Sanderson: Maybe I shouldn't breathe so much Terri. HIHI!
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: Included with the rent 'round here is a complimentary blow-job.
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: 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: [to Sera as he is dying] See how hard you make me, angel?
Sera: So why are you a drunk?
Ben Sanderson: Why am I a drunk? Is that really what you wanna ask me?
Ben Sanderson: Well, then, this is our first date, or our last. Until now I wasn't sure it was either.
Ben Sanderson: I think when I'm done with this I'll have a gin and tonic.
L.A. Bartender: Do you know what time it is? You should be drinking coffee. You're a young guy. It's none of my business, but if you could see what I see, you wouldn't be doing this to yourself.
Ben Sanderson: 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.
L.A. Bartender: Stop fucking with me! I can 86 you anytime I want to. Hey, I don't give a fuck what you do. That one's on the house, son.
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: What's up?
Ben Sanderson: 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 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.
Ben Sanderson: [when asked who he's speaking to by a woman at the bar] Little brown-nosed gnomes with a sling-shot.
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.
Sera: So, Ben with an "N"... what brings you to Las Vegas? Business convention?
Ben Sanderson: I came here to drink myself to death.
Ben Sanderson: [to a woman at the bar] What's your name?
Ben Sanderson: Terri, I am going to buy you a drink.
Terri: I'm OK, thanks.
Ben Sanderson: 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.
Ben Sanderson: 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?
Terri: You've been drinking all day.
Peter: You're sick... that's all I have in cash. Now please, don't drink it in here.
Debbie: I think the nicest thing about the film actually is that we get to handle guns, and I had never done that before.
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: [Ben has been on another binge] I want you to see a doctor.
Ben Sanderson: Sera... I'm not gonna see a doctor. Perhaps now would be a good time for me to move back to a motel.
Sera: And do what? Rot away in a room? We're not gonna talk about that. Fuck you, we're not gonna talk about that!
[starts to cry]
Sera: You're staying here! You could do this for me. I've given you gallons of free will around here.
[throws her chopsticks on the table]
Sera: You could do this one thing for me!
Sera: I have to go to work now.
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.