So you didn't kill her?
No. She has talents.
Aren't I enough?
[Laughs hysterically]
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
[Singing] Oh, joy, oh, boy. Where do we go from here...
Not funny.
What can I say? I'm a lot. I'm not perfect.
[Scoffs] I knew it. I knew you were there.
Yes.
You jealous?
Yes. I don't like sharing.
What about Antoinette?
It's different. I don't have feelings for her.
He did me some face and I drove him home!
[Shouts] I heard your hearts dancing!
I can smell her on you.
From time to time, I like a little variety. There. I said it. We're communicating so much better now, no?
So I can fuck whoever I want?
Of course... Of course! Of course. As long as you come home to me. Of course. [Chuckles]
[Shouting] I heard your hearts dancing!
[Shouting] You watched the whole thing like some creeper!
And then I watched you pull over and drain a dog and run down an alleyway for two more rats! This is not a life!
That's 'cause you took my life!
Memory is a monster. We forget. It doesn't.
There is one thing about being a vampire that I most fear above all else... and that is loneliness. You can't imagine the emptiness. A void stretching out for decades at a time. You take this feeling away from me, Louis. We must stay together and take precaution... and never part.
[As Daniel is surveying a painting in Louis's apartment]
It's Venetian. A contemporary of Tintoretto's.
"Marius de Romanus." Never heard of him.
Little of his work survives. Mr. de Pointe du Lac covets the rare.
You'll see as your powers grow, you can see their thoughts, like a one-reeler almost. Dull, monotonous picture shows. It's a very distracting gift, the petty musings of meat.
Peel back on me then. What am I thinkin' right now?
You'll have to tell me yourself. A sacrifice is made when the Dark Gift is shared.
You can't read my mind anymore?
The architects of our creation mean to humble us. We're at the mercy of the other's discretion.
Just like the meat.
You're not one of them anymore, fledgling. You chase after phantoms of your former self. I'll break you of it.
How many of us are out there? We can't be the only ones.
How many vampires? Not many, I'm afraid. Maybe a hundred... A hundred and one.
What's happening?
Your body is confused. Your lungs feel like water, your heart, fire. You feel as if you're dying... Because you are.
When I first started learning English, I abhorred it. Every word felt like a doorknob falling out of my mouth. Chapeau was a hat, étoile was a star, a pamplemousse was a grapefruit...
Killin' folks ain't a second language!
...but, but! When I started dreaming in English, that's when I embraced it. And now I have English consonants to thank for this astonishing jawline.
You should just throw me in the incinerator, make another one.
What a waste that would be. I have two centuries walked this earth and can report, you have no twin. No one as angry, as stubborn, as unaccommodating, as maddening...
Sound like trash to me, as loving, as dedicated, as thoughtful, as imperfectly perfect as you've become. You're a challenge every sunset, Saint Louis, and I'd have it no other way.
And music, that was where Lestat separated man from food. Music pierced his damned soul, and any humans who were involved in the creation of it existed on an elevated plane in his eyes. I was moved to see he too had his human attachments.
'Exceptional Negro.' 'Thank you, sir.' It was the call and response of my entire life. I had let them talk to me like that so long, I stopped hearing it. 'Yes, sir.' 'Of course, sir.' 'Subject-verb agreement, sir.' Smile, nod, 'yes, sir.' They all came from the same organ inside me. An organ unknown to science at the time because what scientist would look for an organ found only in Black men who use their weakness to rise? But I wasn't a man anymore. I was something else. I had powers now and decades of rage to process, and it was both random and unfortunate the man picked that night to dabble in fuckery. If not him, it would've been the next man.
Claudia has expressed an interest in going home.
It is late for a young lady...
The smell is awful.
Hmm. Wakes were invented in places where it snows.
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