Brad Pitt credited as playing...
Louis
- Armand: They had forgotten the first lesson, that we are to be powerful, beautiful, and without regret.
- Louis: And you can teach me this?
- Armand: Yes.
- Louis: To be without regret?
- Armand: Yes.
- Louis: Then what a pair we could make, but what if it's a lesson I don't care to learn?
- Armand: What do you mean?
- Louis: What if all I have is my suffering, my regret?
- Armand: Don't you want to lose it?
- Louis: Why? So you can have that too? The heart that mourns her, her that you burnt to a cinder.
- Armand: Louis, I swear that I...
- Louis: Ah, but I know you did. I know. You, who regrets nothing, you, who feels nothing. If that's all I have left to learn, I can do that on my own.
- Louis: 1791 was the year it happened. I was 24, younger than you are now. But times were different then, I was a man at that age: the master of a large plantation just south of New Orleans. I had lost my wife in childbirth, and she and the infant had been buried less than half a year. I would have been happy to join them. I couldn't bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. I wanted to lose it all... my wealth, my estate, my sanity. Most of all, I longed for death. I know that now. I invited it. A release from the pain of living. My invitation was open to anyone. To the whore at my side. To the pimp that followed. But it was a vampire that accepted it.
- Lestat: The trick is not to think about it. See that one there? Widow St. Clair. She had the gorgeous young fop murder her husband.
- Louis: How do you know?
- Lestat: Read her thoughts.
- [Louis looks at him inquisitively]
- Lestat: *Read* her thoughts.
- Louis: [attempts to read her thoughts] I can't.
- Lestat: The dark gift is different for each of us. But one thing is true for us all, we grow stronger as we go along. Just take my word for it. She blamed a slave for his murder. Imagine what they did to him. Evildoers are easier, and they taste better.
- Louis: That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, and yet I can't recall any sunrise before it. I watched the whole magnificence of the dawn for the last time as if it were the first. And then I said farewell to sunlight, and set out to become what I became.
- Louis: Where are we?
- Lestat: Where do you think, my idiot friend? We're in a nice, filthy cemetery. Does this make you happy? Is this fitting, proper enough?
- Louis: We belong in hell.
- Lestat: And what if there is no hell, or they don't want us there? Ever think of that?
- Louis: But there was a hell, and no matter where we moved to, I was in it.
- Louis: Her blood coursed through my veins, sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestat's words made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard her heart in that terrible rhythm, I knew again what peace could be.
- Claudia: Where's mama?
- Lestat: Mama... mama has gone to heaven, Chérie, like that sweet lady right there. They all go to heaven.
- Louis: All but us.
- Lestat: Shh. Do you want to frighten our little daughter?
- Claudia: I'm not your daughter.
- Lestat: Oh, yes, you are. You're mine and Louis' daughter now. You see, Louis was going to leave us, he was going to go away, but now he's not. Now, he's going to stay and make you happy.
- Claudia: Louis.
- Louis: You fiend.
- Lestat: One happy family.
- Louis: How do we seem to you? Do you find us beautiful, magical? Our white skin, our fierce eyes? "Drink", you ask me, do you have any idea of the thing you will become?
- Louis: In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume.
- Claudia: Which one of you did it? One of you did it! Which on of you made me the way I am?
- Lestat: What you are? A vampire gone insane that pollutes its own bed?
- Claudia: And if I cut my hair again?
- Lestat: It will grow back again.
- Claudia: But it wasn't always so. I had a mother once, and Louis, he had a wife. He was mortal the same as she and so was I.
- Louis: Claudia!
- Claudia: You made us what we are, didn't you?
- Lestat: Stop her, Louis.
- Claudia: Did you do it to me?
- [slashes Lestat's face, and it heals immediately]
- Claudia: How did you do it?
- Lestat: Why should I tell you? It's in my power.
- Claudia: Why yours alone? Tell me how it was done.
- Lestat: Be glad I made you what you are. You'd be dead now if I hadn't, just like that damned corpse. Now, get rid of it!
- Claudia: You get rid of it.
- Daniel Molloy: What about crucifixes?
- Louis: Crucifixes?
- Daniel Molloy: Yes, can you look at them?
- Louis: Actually I am quite fond of looking at crucifixes.
- Daniel Molloy: What about the old stake through the heart?
- Louis: Nonsense
- Daniel Molloy: Coffins? What about coffins?
- Louis: Coffins. Coffins, I'm afraid, are a necessity.
- Louis: The statue seemed to move, but didn't. The world had changed, yet stayed the same. I was a newborn vampire weeping at the beauty of the night.