New Orleans Whore: [fearful whispering] It's a coffin, it's a coffin.
Lestat: What's that, my love?
New Orleans Whore: It's a coffin.
Lestat: Why, so it is. You must be dead.
New Orleans Whore: I'm not dead, am I?
Louis: No, you are not dead.
Lestat: Not yet.