Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles (1994)

Lestat: It's so easy you almost feel sorry for them. You'll get used to killing. Just forget about that mortal coil. You'll become accustomed to it, all too quickly.

Lestat: Claudia. You've been a very, very naughty little girl.

Lestat: For you, Louis. You can pretend it's wine.

Lestat: Oh Louis, Louis. Still whining, Louis. Have you heard enough? I've had to listen to that for centuries.

Louis: They know about us. They watch us dine on empty plates and drink from empty glasses.

Louis: Then out of curiosity, boredom, who knows what, I left the old world and came back to my America. And there, a mechanical wonder allowed me to see the sun rise for the first time in two hundred years. And what sunrises, seen as the human eye could never see them: silver at first, then, as the years progressed, in tones of purple, red, and my long lost blue.

Lestat: It's your coffin, my love. Enjoy it. Most of us never get to know what it feels like.
Louis: Why do you do this?
Lestat: I like to do it. I enjoy it. Take your aesthete's taste to purer things, kill them swiftly, if you will, but do it. For do not doubt: you are a killer, Louis.

Lestat: Lord, what I wouldn't give for a drop of good old-fashioned Creole blood.
Louis: Yankees are not to your taste?
Lestat: Their democratic flavor doesn't suit my palate, Louis.

Louis: Bear me no ill will, my love, we are now even.
Claudia: What do you mean?
Louis: What died in that room was not that woman. What has died is the last breath in me that was human.
Claudia: Yes, Father. At last we are even.

Claudia: I came to make peace with you, even though you are the father of lies.

Lestat: Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither.

Lestat: Enough! Enough! Stop.
Claudia: I want some more.

Santiago: But hark, methinks a mortal doth approach.

Lestat: We are predators, whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.

Louis: Blood, I was to find, was a necessity as well. I woke the next evening with a hunger I had never felt.

Louis: I'm flesh and blood, but not human. I haven't been human for two hundred years.

Claudia: It's time we were on our way. I'm hungry, and the city awaits.

Lestat: I am afraid, madam, my days are sacrosanct.

Claudia: Who will take care of me, my love, my dark angel, when you are gone?

Louis: Vampires pretending to be humans, pretending to be vampires.
Claudia: How avant-garde.