âWhat? What?!â âItâs morning!â âI lost time. Things got a little heated.â âWith a boy! Things got heated with a boy. I was at home picking lint off the sofa!â âI said to join us.â âThe nightâs gone, the roomâs soiled and once again, Iâm here with mop and mindlessness to clean it up.â âSo the room got dirty, so what? Iâll clean it up.â âNo, I clean it up! You make the mess and I clean it up! Mark it on the calendar, align it with Ursa Major. Louisâ tri-annual fuck off and find me with apologies to follow.â âIâm sorry.â âYou seek comfort in the arms of lowlifes and unfortunates, and broken children, fine.â âOh, fine! The fine that doesnât sound like fine.â âBut revealing our nature to a reporter you met in a bar ten hours ago? What if it was published?â âI was having some fun!-â â-You donât have enough to fear from Paris?-â â-I was in the middle of ending things, when you-â â-No youâd have been passed out on the floor next to him, Louis! Out on the feet from the drugs you stuffed him with!â âOh this is boring! Youâre boring! You are so boring!â âAnd here come the drugs.â âColorless.-â â-Up the fangs, down this road.-â â-Flavorless.-â â-Into the heart and off with the fingers, feet.-â â-Dull! Dull! Dull!-â â-And wallowing brain.-â â-Dull nights, dull weeks! Dull months, dull as fuck! Suffocation by the worldâs softest, beigest pillow. The ten hours I spent with that boy were more exciting, more fascinating, than decades with you! Oh there it is!The half-blank, half-apocalyptic look! But what does it mean tonight, huh? Does he want to lick my boots or chop my hands off? Is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight? Huh?â âOkay. Okay, perhaps. But am I as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your fascinating boy? âOh, itâs so, so hard to be me.â-â â-Picking lint off the sofa?!-â â-âItâs so hard to kill humans. I can feel their feelings as I drain them.â-â â-You sat on your hands and put your ear to the wind.-â â-âEveryone I know wrongs me.ââ âOkay. Okay, letâs wake the boy up and letâs try you. âIâm the vampire Armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little bitch.â-â â-âMy brother tossed himself off a roof!â-â â-âthe vampires who murdered my daddyâ-â â-âmy sister buried me alive.â-â â-âmade me pretend I didnât have a dick for 240 years.â-â â-âMy daughter was my sister was my throw pillow. When he wouldnât look at me kindly. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat.â-â âI talked shit about him the whole time! So what?!â âThe name!! The name! Unuttered in our home for 23 years, said over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer.â âOur problems arenât about him.â âAnd you threw her name around just for cover, but it always circled back to him.â âI loved her.â âBut she didnât love you. Not like he did, not like I have.â
Dialogue excerpt from Interview with the Vampire Season 2, Episode 5. © 2024 AMC Networks.
















