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.
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.
Louis: Vampires pretending to be humans, pretending to be vampires.
Claudia: How avant-garde.
Daniel Molloy: So a vampire can cry.
Louis: Once, maybe twice in his own eternity. Maybe it was to quench those tears forever that I took such revenge on them.
Armand: You are beautiful, my friend. Lestat must have wept when he made you.
Louis: Lestat? You knew Lestat?
Armand: Knew him well enough not to mourn his passing.
Early Grayce: Hey, if you switched two letters in your name it'd spell, um... brain.
William Parrish: You're at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong woman.
Joe Black: Are you threatening me?
William Parrish: Yeah, I certainly hope so.
Quince: Do you like me, Joe?
Joe Black: Oh, yes, Quince. You're one of my favorites.
Joe Black: How are you doing?
William Parrish: What the hell do you care?
Joe Black: Just asking, Bill.
William Parrish: You wanna know? I'll tell you. You're looking at a man who is not walking through the valley of the shadow of death. He's galloping into it. At the same time, the business he built with his own hands and head has been commandeered by a couple of cheap pirates. Oh, yes! I almost forgot. My daughter's fallen in love with Death.
Susan Parrish: What will we do now?
Joe Black: It will come to us.
Joe Black: You got enough nice pictures?
William Parrish: You want me to be your guide?
Joe Black: You fit the bill, Bill.
William Parrish: It's hard to let go, isn't it?
Joe Black: Yes it is, Bill.
William Parrish: Well, what can I tell you? That's life.
William Parrish: Do you know about money?
Joe Black: It can't buy happiness?
Joe Black: Bill, why at this juncture are you letting yourself be so concerned by business matters?
William Parrish: I don't want anybody buying up my life's work! Turning it into something it wasn't meant to be. A man wants to leave something behind. And he wants it left behind the way he made it. He wants it to be run the way he run it, with a sense of honor, of dedication, of truth. Okay?
Joe Black: Easy, Bill. You'll give yourself a heart attack and ruin my vacation.
William Parrish: Should I be afraid?
Joe Black: Not a man like you.
