Louis: Where are we?
Lestat: Where do you tink, my idiot friend? We're in a nice, filthy cemetery. Does it make you happy? Is this fitting, propper enough?
Louis: We belong in hell.
Lestat: What if there is no hell? Or they don't want us there? Ever think of that?
Louis: But there was a hell. And no matter where we moved to, I was in it.
PS: Stephenie Meyer, não se pode copiar Anne Rice.