Rashid quotes from Interview with the Vampire

For a killing machine, I kinda like her.

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[As Daniel is surveying a painting in Louis's apartment]

Rashid

It's Venetian. A contemporary of Tintoretto's.

"Marius de Romanus." Never heard of him.

Rashid

Little of his work survives. Mr. de Pointe du Lac covets the rare.

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Rashid

What do you think will happen to Mr. du Lac when you publish this book and the other vampires of the world get their hands on it?

As long as they pay full freight.

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Hey, Doc, did you know there's a flying vampire apocalypse coming your way?

Most vampires do not possess the Cloud Gift. With few exceptions, only the most ancient of us have it.

You know he's a vampire, right?

Dr. Fareed Bhansali

I do not discuss my patients with anyone but the patients themselves.

[to the recorder] That's the voice of Dr. Fareer Bhansali...

Dr. Fareed Bhansali

That is not my voice.

...He's the personal physician to the deputy prime minister and...

Dr. Fareed Bhansali

And I am not here.

...the vampire Louis de Pointe du Lac.

Rashid

He's officially off the record.

NDAs signed by any and all who cross the threshold, eh?

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This is the part of my story, back in San Francisco, where you said, and I paraphrase, 'Give it to me. Make me a vampire now.'

In the eyes of a 20-year-old, you were wasting the gift.

You're in your twenties, Rashid. What do you think?

Rashid

Well, Mr. du Lac presides in the most desired real estate in the country. I do not see the waste Mr. Molloy sees.

Yeah, well, he lived in a dump the last time we did this.

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She had stowed us away in ships, trains and wagons. She had asked the desperate farmers and rationed soldiers to teach her their languages before she killed them. And when she had cobbled together enough words and grammar, she stopped asking. Claudia was a thing of little indecision, a manic tour guide. And any castle with ties to Vlad Tepes or Vlad Dracul, however slight, had to be explored. And I endured it all for Claudia, whose rage toward me and my refusal to burn Lestat had dulled into a bitter silence. [Sits besides Claudia passively silent and staring at fire] This war. It's affecting the blood. Been drinking misery, hopelessness. It's in the blood, we're taking it in. Taking it on. [Grunts] I'm thinking that's why we can't get warm, warm up. You think that's it? [Imitates Claudia's voice] "Louis did you say something?" Thank you for asking. I did say something, Claudia. I said I'm cold. I'm sleeping in a hole every night. I'm worn to a nub. How about you? "Well, brother Lou, I'm a little low myself. But, uh..."

CClaudia

Air raid. [Louis and Claudia run out of building amidst bombings]

[Voice of thought] It wasn't the murdering Hun or beasts of Ivan, or the fire raining down from the RAF that chased the vampire away. The vampire hadn't been here for centuries. The few scraps of forensic proof we found made the case plain, but Claudia was unassailable. Like... like some deranged geologist waving a woolly mammoth tusk saying, "Let's knock on the neighbor's door, there must be one inside." It's dead. Maybe it's time we go home.

...

"He asked me if we can go home. Home? Can there be a more offensive question? Run back to New Orleans. Pry up his bones, why don't you? Louis de Pointe du Lac. Dead weight." I want to thank you, for the memories you helped restore the other night. I understand these diaries much better now.

And I want to thank you, Louis, for yesterday's eight hours on how to avoid the sun and torpedoes while cruising the Mediterranean war theater. And tonight's two hours and counting on chasing old world vamps who never materialize. You ever read "Moby Dіck", Real Rashid?

RRReal Rashid

I'm here to serve.

Ah. Yeah, sure. I'm sorry, this is... this is so weird. Where did they send you when Shah Rukh Khan over here was playing you? Is there a panic room behind the stolen Rembrandt?

My love ran a theater company for 150 years, Daniel.

Your love was in a box pondering a premediated neck wound, according to Claudia. She wrote it, let's choose to believe it.

Unworthy in San Francisco, unworthy in Dubai. Disregard.

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Molloy

Yeah, early work. I can't read anything I wrote before Michael Jackson's hair caught on fire. But some of these aren't so bad, Louis.

They document, nothing more.

Molloy

I mean, this one with the fountain and the couple, and the water's glowing. I think I've seen it somewhere, like in a book or something. Right?

There's a good reason you picked that one, Daniel. It's not mine. That's Fred Stein. Elsa Triolet. Model, mid-30s I'm still in New Orleans. What is this?

Dear, this is a Stein.

I know. Why is it in there? Why are all these in there?

Don't ask me. We've been staring at those...

I didn't put these here.