Jacob Anderson credited as playing...
Louis de Pointe du Lac
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: You hit an alderman? Goddamnit, Bricks.
- Bricktop Williams: He stuck it in my shitbox!
- Alderman Fenwick: I did no such thing!
- Bricktop Williams: Gave him a chance to pull out and he kept on fuckin', so I gave him a little squirt of my catfish dinner for goin' there. Don't believe me? Check his dick.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Who the fuck you talkin' to? I ain't checkin' no man's dick.
- [Bricks raises Fenwick's shirt]
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Oh, goddamn.
- Bricktop Williams: [to Fenwick] Hell, I mighta even said yes if you would just ask. But I don't care who you is, you put a dick in an asshole without askin', that's against Jesus! Fuck you!
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Emasculation and admiration in equal measure. I wanted to murder the man, and I wanted to be the man. I had come there for Lily, but I left thinking of only him.
- Paul de Pointe du Lac: Are you one with Christ, Monsieur Lioncourt?
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: How 'bout you shut your damn mouth?
- Florence de Pointe du Lac: Louis...
- Lestat de Lioncourt: That's alright, Louis, Madame. The birds speak for him... I came to know Christ in a monastery. I wanted to be a priest. Just like you, Paul.
- [Lestat begins to hypnotize Paul]
- Lestat de Lioncourt: And under the guidance and discipline of the monks who lived there, I came to memorize both testaments, the writings of Assisi, Aquinas, Erasmus, all the saints and scholars. My father, a vulgar man, did not think much of this education. And so he and my brothers conspired to pull me out, lock me away, where, between beatings, starvations and the failure of Christ to intercede the beatings and starvations, I slowly forgot all about the testaments, Assisi, Aquinas, Erasmus, all of it. And so to answer your boring question, there is an ocean between Christ and myself! J'espère que cela satisfera les oiseaux perchés dans la cage de votre esprit!
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: [slams the table] Don't do that shit here! Not with my family. You understand?
- Lestat de Lioncourt: [long pause] I am cursed with my father's temper at times. The rudeness is all mine.
- Florence de Pointe du Lac: That's alright. It's the humidity, it does that sometimes.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: [in confession] I'm a drunk, Lord. I'm a liar. I am a thief, Lord. I profit off the miseries of other men, and I do it easy. Drugs, liquor, women. I lure them in and grab what they got, Lord. I take daughters with no homes and I put 'em out on the street, Lord, and I lie to myself sayin' I'm givin' 'em roof and food and dollar bills in they pocket, but I look in the mirror, I know what I am. The big man in the big house, stuffin' cotton in my ear so I can't hear their cries. And, Lord, I dragged my family into this mess with me. I shame my father. I failed my brother. I lost my mother and sister, and rather than fix it like a man should, Lord, I run like a coward. I run to the bottle. I run to the grift. I run to bad beds. I laid down with a man. I laid down with the Devil. And he has roots in me. All his spindly roots in me. And I can't think nothin' anymore but his voice and his words! Please! Help me! I am weak! I wanna die!
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: It is difficult to explain how his words disarmed me, how efficiently succinct and impenetrable his argument was. All my conceptions, even my guilt and my wish to die, seemed utterly important. And I completely forgot myself and the barbaric scene that surrounded me. For the first time in my life, I was seen.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: [voiceover] Dear Mr. Molloy, I hope this letter finds you safe and thriving, if such a thing were a possibility in this bleak hour. I've been following your career with some interest since our last meeting. Please allow me to congratulate you on all your successes, those professional and those personally redemptive. The passage of time and the frailties that accompany it have provided me perspective. And I suspect the same might be true for you as well. I'm hoping health and pride won't deter you from the following proposal: In a week's time, in a setting of my choosing, we revisit the project boyish youth prevented us from finishing. Forty-nine years and thousands of miles removed from the room we shared in San Francisco, I offer, for your journalistic pleasures, my full attention and my life story. All affinities, Louis de Pointe du Lac.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Emasculation and admiration in equal measure. I wanted to murder the man... and I wanted to be the man.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: You killed Lily.
- Lestat de Lioncourt: Cut short that magnificent life she was living? What a tragedy.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Ain't no fever out there. That's you. You bringin' the death to town.
- Lestat de Lioncourt: I give death to those deserving. I'm not the Devil. You were wrong about that. But I can give you death.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: He drained me to the very threshold of death... The blood, it came as a dull roar at first. And then a pounding, like the pounding of a drum, growing louder and louder as if some enormous creature were coming through a dark and alien forest. A huge drum. And then, there came a pounding of another drum, as if another giant were coming behind him, each giant intent on his own drum, giving no notice to the rhythm of the other. Throbbing in my lips, fingers and flesh of my temple. Above all, in my veins. Drum and then the other drum. I opened my eyes, and it was then that I realized the drum was my heart and the other drum had been his. I saw him sitting a length away from me, radiant. And we sat there for some time... in throes of increasing wonder... The end. The beginning.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: You've grown old, Daniel.
- Daniel Molloy: Yeah, well, mortality beats a heavy drum.
- Lestat de Lioncourt: Seul l'impossible peut faire l'impossible.
- Lily: I don't know much what you're saying, but it sure sounds nice.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: 'Only the impossible can do the impossible.'
- Lestat de Lioncourt: Bonsoir, monsieur. You speak French?
- Lily: We speak all sorts of tongues in New Orleans.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: It's a hard table to get. How'd you manage it?
- Lestat de Lioncourt: How'd you manage to get yourself through the front door?
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Excuse me?
- Lestat de Lioncourt: I mean that as a compliment, a man of your race to have privileges here.
- Lily: Louis has a small empire of his own down the street. It gives him privileges.
- Lestat de Lioncourt: [laughs]
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Somethin' funny about that?
- Lestat de Lioncourt: Your name is Louis. Of course it's Louis.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: I didn't get your name, fella.
- Lestat de Lioncourt: Je suis désolé. Je m'amuse trop en privé. I know who you are, sir. You're the man who made me buy a townhouse in the Quarter. I owe you everything. Please join us.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: You've had some health concerns of late.
- Daniel Molloy: Whole planet's having a moment, I'd say.
- Daniel Molloy: Here's another question: That's the sun out there; where's your coffin?
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: You're standing in it.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: I couldn't believe it. Staring me down as his hands went wandering the seams of Miss Lily's dress. I wanted to take the end of my cane and slit his throat with it.
- Daniel Molloy: Why didn't you?
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: I couldn't move. My body was seized with weakness. His gaze tied a string around my lungs, and I found myself immobilized.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: [pulling a knife on Paul] Get on home, else I'll bleed you like a cochon, bruh!
- Daniel Molloy: You started hanging out.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: He was in love with my city and wanted to know everything he could about it.
- Daniel Molloy: So you played docent to the gentleman vampire?
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: He had not revealed his vampire nature yet.
- Daniel Molloy: I'm assuming you only met at night.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: It's New Orleans. Days are for sleeping off the previous evening's damage.
- Daniel Molloy: Perfect cover for a vampire.
- Louis de Pointe du Lac: Racing ahead again, Mr. Molloy. Let the tale seduce you. Just as I was seduced.