- Claudia: It's funnier when they fight in French. And, diary, you'd think a girl whose mama died in childbirth, whose daddy gave her away to a mean old auntie who beat her 'cause no one said she couldn't, who died in a fire but came back by the blood magic of two demons, well, you'd think that girl wouldn't know what funny was. But you'd be wrong, diary. And if I told you, dumb diary, that that same girl was being raised to kill like her two demon parents did, to take two souls a day so she can stay in the same flat-chested, hairless-crotched, 14-year-old baby doll body as her mind and spirit turn 19, 20, 25, 63, 358, you dumb, dumb diary, I'd bet you'd say to anyone who'd listen, 'Fun? Fun? How does she even get up in the morning?' Well, let me tell you something, you stuck-up, flower-covered, three-dollar, fancy fuckin' paper diary, I'm doin' just fine. And how do I know that? 'Cause the first man I killed called me the Devil, and the last boy I killed, the last boy I'll ever love in this world, called me an angel. So that means I'm on the right path. And that means there's so much more fun out there to have. I'm just gettin' started.
- [forcing Claudia to look at Charlie in the incinerator]
- Lestat de Lioncourt: Stop squirming and watch. Remember this, his face as it melts. This is why we don't get close to mortals. Because sooner or later, they end up dead.
- Claudia: How does it work, love between two men?
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: It works like... I don't know. Works like love.
- Lestat de Lioncourt: I'm not sure how I feel about that pleated skirt.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: It's chiffon. It has movement.
- Lestat de Lioncourt: Now here's a treat I think you're ready for. This is what the meat calls a 'lover's lane,' and by my estimation, no blood is sweeter. Young people, swollen with passion, denied spirits by this senseless prohibition, park along this lonely stretch to contemplate that most mysterious of mathematical equations -- how one plus one... becomes one.
- Claudia: They come out here to do math?
- Lestat de Lioncourt: You've been too sheltered, my belladonnic beauty.
- Grace de Pointe du Lac: We need to talk about the house.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: [scoffs] Over the cold body of our mama. Was wonderin' why I got an invite this time.
- Grace de Pointe du Lac: You don't need it. You haven't needed it for years.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Well, good we've got each other's backs.
- [to his mother's body]
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Make you proud, you hear?
- Levi: We can pay you in installments.
- Grace de Pointe du Lac: You and your white daddy are doing fine in the Quarter. We can't pay you what it's worth and you don't need the money.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Vivid writer, isn't she? A singular style.
- Daniel Molloy: Anne Frank meets Stephen King.
- Lestat de Lioncourt: Claudia has expressed an interest in going home.
- Grace de Pointe du Lac: It is late for a young lady...
- Claudia: The smell is awful.
- Lestat de Lioncourt: Hmm. Wakes were invented in places where it snows.
- Claudia: How old are you again, Uncle Les?
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Hundred and sixty.
- Lestat de Lioncourt: A hundred and fifty-nine.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Some sleep is what she needs.
- Lestat de Lioncourt: Sedation is what she needs.
- Daniel Molloy: So, it begs the question, where were all these diaries in 1973?
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Scattered. One in New Orleans, another in Paris.
- Daniel Molloy: Bullshit.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: [long pause] Claudia was... everything. I loved her unconditionally. All the noise, the chaos, the crisis of my former existence, silenced. The simple joy of her hand in mine.
- Daniel Molloy: You had a daughter.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: I had a daughter.
- Daniel Molloy: I've got two. The love is kind of...
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: And if you were to come across their diaries and learn, in detail, how and when you failed them, would you share those failures with a brash young reporter you met at Polynesian Mary's?
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Charlie's death ushered in one of the darkest eras in our lives. The oh-so-delicate balance of our oh-so-delicate household was shattered. The fantasy of happiness burst. Claudia was...
- Daniel Molloy: A band-aid for a shitty marriage?
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: I was going to say... something else. But yes, that's almost certainly what she felt like.