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: I'm gonna be naughty! I'm gonna be a naughty vampire god!
: Tonight the age of man comes to an end. No more compromises. Quinn
: We're gonna be Gods.
: Oh, lookie here.
[he removes a silver stake from Blade's holster
: Silver. Nice craftsman ship, huh? Probably cost you a pretty penny. Now this here is a man who takes his job just a little too seriously, don't you think? Come to think of it, Blade, I owe you one.
[he stabs the stake into Blade's shoulder
: Actually, if you want to get technical, Blade...
[lifts another stake
: I owe you two.
[Blade starts laughing
: Oh, what's so funny, bright eyes? Blade
: I'm expecting company.
[Quinn looks closer, and sees the radio piece in Blade's ear, which is chattering. The wall explodes behind them
: Catch you fuckers at a bad time?
: HE WANTS BLADE ALIVE!
: [waving Blade's sword around
] Check it out! I've got his pig-sticker!
[He laughs, then screams as the booby-trapped handle springs out, tearing his hand to pieces
: You're a fuck-up, Crease!
[All the vampires laugh, Crease included
: You're a fuck-up!
: "I got his pig-sticker!"
[as the security force prepares for Blade's arrival
] Deak, I don't think you understand, I mean, this dude is fucking bad! Like, he's - he's like, he had twenty guys around him - I was there, man! He's got shit he throws at you, like-like the sword... Deacon Frost
: Yeah, he's got the sword, and shit... Quinn
: Exactly. Deacon Frost
: Yeah, he can throw it in the air... Quinn
: He's got like the shit that he throws... Deacon Frost
: Catch it underneath... Quinn
: Exactly... Deacon Frost
: Yeah - SHUT THE FUCK UP!
: [examining Blade's sword
] Hold out your arm, Quinn. Quinn
: [who's *finally* got both of his arms grown back
] Why, man? 'Cause they're-they're, like, all better. Deacon Frost
: Hold out your arm. Now.
[trembling, Quinn does so; Frost takes aim with the sword
: Deak, I...
[Frost raises the sword... and lowers it
] Deacon Frost
: Just kidding.
[chucks Quinn on the shoulder
: [laughing uproariously
] He was fucking with me, man! He was, like...
: Kill him. Quinn
: Wait. I oh you man. I got two new hands, and I don't know which one to kill you with.
[lunges forward with a dagger in hand
: [Blade pulls out razor wire, and cut's off Quinn's head. he plucks his own sunglasses out of the air and slides them on
: You can slice him, you can dice him, but the Quinn man just keeps on comin'!