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.