Elisabeth Shue: Sera

Leaving Las Vegas

Sera

[last lines]
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.

Sera: So, for 500 bucks, you can do pretty much whatever you want. You can fuck my ass.
Ben Sanderson: Oh, my God.
Sera: You can cum on my face. Whatever you want to do. Just keep it out of my hair.
Ben Sanderson: Okay.
Sera: I just washed it.

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: So why are you a drunk?
Ben Sanderson: Why am I a drunk? Is that really what you wanna ask me?
Sera: Yes.
Ben Sanderson: Well, then, this is our first date, or our last. Until now I wasn't sure it was either.

Ben Sanderson: Don't you think you'll 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. 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.

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: 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: So, Ben with an "N" - what brings you to Las Vegas? Business convention?
Ben Sanderson: No. I came here to - drink myself to death. Cashed in all my money, paid my AmEx card, gonna sell the car tomorrow.
Sera: So, how long is it gonna take for you to - drink yourself to death?
Ben Sanderson: I think about - four weeks.

Sera: So... why are you killing yourself?
Ben Sanderson: Interesting choice of words. I don't remember. I just know that I want to.

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!
[pause]
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.

Sera: I walked into the room, and he was lying on the bed. He had his arms behind his head and there was just hair everywhere. He was really, really fat. And he had a large erection. I remember he was so proud of his - large erection. And I asked him where my money was, and he pointed to the dresser. And then I asked him what he wanted and he said, "Lie down, I'm on top." He started - pounding me really hard. I remember I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying. And he did that for awhile, and then I started to get up. And he pushed me back down, and he held my hair. He was pulling it, and he stuck his penis in my mouth. I tried to get up again, and he said, "Stay there, baby, I'm gonna come on your face." So he did. Then he rubbed his semen all over my face and in my hair. And then he kicked me off the bed and he told me to leave.

Sera: I know this really cool place in the desert. We could go away for a couple of days.