Blade: Some motherfuckers are always trying to ice-skate uphill.
Blade: [to Karen] You better wake up. The world you live in is just a sugar-coated topping! There is another world beneath it: the real world. And if you wanna survive it, you better learn to PULL THE TRIGGER!
Blade: [after being shot by hospital security] Mother fucker! Are you out of your damn mind?
Quinn: I'm gonna be naughty! I'm gonna be a naughty vampire god!
Dragonetti: I was born a vampire, as was every other member of this house. But you Frost... you were merely turned.
Blade: There are worse things out tonight than vampires.
Dr. Karen Jenson: Like what?
Blade: Like me.
Deacon Frost: How you doing, chief?
[Blade reaches for his gun]
Deacon Frost: Easy.
[pulls in a little girl closer to him]
Deacon Frost: Wouldn't want our little friend here to wind up in the back of a milk carton now, would we? It's nice to finally meet you, man. Had my eye on you for years. I know all about you. Your serum, Whistler. Everything.
Blade: [amused] Sunblock.
Deacon Frost: Hey, it's a start, right? The goal, of course, is to be like you - the Daywalker! You got the best of both worlds, don't you? All our strengths... none of our weaknesses.
Blade: Well, maybe I don't see it that way.
Deacon Frost: Oh, so it's back to pretending we're human again? C'mon... spare me the Uncle Tom routine, okay? You can't keep denying what you are, man. You think the humans will ever accept a half-breed like you? They can't. They're afraid of you. And they should be. You're an animal, you're a fuckin' maniac! Look at 'em. They're cattle; pieces of meat. What difference does it make how their world ends? Plague... war... famine. Morality doesn't even enter into it. We're just a function of natural selection, man. The new race.
Blade: Looks like your mascara's running.
Deacon Frost: [wipes a bit of sunblock from his face] I'm offering you a truce. I want you with us.
Blade: What... do you think I'm stupid?
[in vampire language]
Blade: "The Spirits of the Twelve will awaken La Magra."
Deacon Frost: You're familiar with the Blood God.
Blade: Frost... you're nothing to me but another dead vampire.
Deacon Frost: You're an idiot, you know that? I came down here offering you an easy way out and you spit it right back in my fuckin' face!
[Blade reaches for his gun again; Frost picks up the little girl by the chin]
Deacon Frost: Careful!
Blade: What do I care? They're nothing but cattle... just like you said.
Deacon Frost: If you wanna take the hard road, be my guest, pal. But I promise you by the time this is over, you're gonna wish they never cut you from your mother's...
[Blade shoots and misses Frost as he throws the little girl and runs]
Whistler: Frost is trying to trigger a fuckin' vampire apocalypse. There's some kind of vampire God he's trying to resurrect.
Blade: La Magra.
Whistler: You're the key. He needs your blood. The blood of the day walker. You're the chosen one.
Dr. Karen Jenson: You have a lot of love for him, don't you?
Blade: We have a good arrangement. He makes the weapons. I use them.
Deacon Frost: You may wake up one day and find yourself extinct.
Deacon Frost: Maybe it's time we forgot about discretion. We should be ruling the humans, not running around making back ally treaties with them. For fucks sake, these people are our food, not our allies.
Whistler: There's a war going on out there. Blade, myself, a few others, we've tried to keep it from spilling over onto the streets. Sometimes people like yourself get caught in the cross fire.
Whistler: Christ! I'm too old for this! Somebody get me a goddamn wheelchair!
Dr. Karen Jenson: How'd you get that scar, Deacon? A born vampire would have the power to regenerate from birth. You must've gotten scarred before you were turned. Isn't that right? Vampires like you aren't a species. You're just infected, a virus, a sexually transmitted dis...
Deacon Frost: I'll tell you what we are, sister! We're the top of the fucking food chain. The Blood god's coming and after tonight, you people are fucking history. He's a hurricane. An act of God. Anyone caught in his path will instantly be turned. Everyone you've ever known... everyone you've ever fucking loved... it won't matter who's pureblood and who's not. How you gonna cure the whole fucking world? Hm? And Blade's blood is the key.
Guard: We've got an intruder.
Dr. Karen Jenson: Oh, great. Now you're robbing him. You gonna rob me, too?
Blade: How do you think that we fund this organization, huh? We're not exactly the March of Dimes.
Blade: OK, Vampire Anatomy 101, crosses and holy water don't do dick so forget what you've seen in the movies. You use a wooden stake, silver or sunlight to kill them. You know how to use one of these?
[hands her a gun]
Dr. Karen Jenson: No, but I'll damn sure learn quick.
Blade: Safety's off, round's already chambered. Silver hollow-point bullets filled with garlic. You aim for the head or the heart. Anything else, its your ass.
Pearl: [in vampire tongue] La Magra is coming! The Spirits of the Twelve will awaken the Blood God!
Pearl: And there is nothing you can do about it, Daywalker!
Blade: Is that so?
Pearl: Well, that's what Frost says.
Vanessa Brooks: [after losing in a fight with Blade] Eric, I'm you mother. You wouldn't hurt your mother would you? Come here.
[pulls Blade in for a hug]
Blade: [whispers in her ear] I must release you.
Vanessa Brooks: [Blade stabs her with the bone] Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
Dr. Karen Jenson: I need to get back to the lab, if I'm going to cure you.
Blade: It's not over. You keep your cure. There's still a war going on, and I have a job to do. You wanna help, make me a better serum.
Dr. Karen Jenson: So, am I a prisoner here?
Whistler: Not at all. We just had to take certain precautions before we let you go. You got to understand, they're everwhere. Vampires. A Hominus Nocturna. We hunt them you see, moving from one city to the next, tracking their migrations. They're hard to kill. They tend to regenerate.
Dr. Karen Jenson: And I'm supposed to believe all this?
Blade: Well, you already met Mr. Crispy at the hospital. What do you think?
Blade: You give Frost a message from me. You tell him it's open season on all suckheads.
Whistler: We kill as many of 'em as we can find. But it's getting worse.
Dr. Karen Jenson: You know, my mother used to say: A cold heart is a dead heart.
Blade: [in Moscow, speaking Russian] Catch you at a bad time... comrade?
[Blade pins Quinn to the wall with his silver spikes]
Blade: Quinn. I'm gettin' a little tired of choppin' you up. Thought I might try fire for a change.
Pleading Goon: No... please! I just work for them.
[Blade recalls what Frost did to Whistler earlier, and kills the pleading goon]
Quinn: You can slice him, you can dice him, but the Quinn man just keeps on comin'!
Whistler: You have to understand, they're everywhere. Chances are you seen 'em yourself, and didn't know it. On the subway or in a bar.
Blade: Remember what we told you. You keep your eyes open. They're everywhere.
Deacon Frost: Nice place. It took us a while to find it.
Deacon Frost: Tonight the age of man comes to an end. No more compromises.
Quinn: We're gonna be Gods.
Dr. Karen Jenson: How'd you get that scar, Deacon? I born vampire would have the power to regenerate from birth. You must've gotten scarred before you were turned. Isn't that right? Vampires like you aren't a species. You're just infected, a virus, a sexually transmitted dis...
Deacon Frost: I'll tell you what we are, sister! We're the top of the fucking food chain. The Blood god's coming and after tonight, you people are fucking history. He's a hurricane. An act of God. Anyone caught in his path will instantly be turned. Everyone you've ever known... everyone you've ever fucking loved... it won't matter who's pureblood and who's not. How are you gonna cure the whole fucking world? Hm?
Pearl: He's going to kill me! You need me, Frost! You need me!
Frost: Pearl, you're history. Have the good grace to die with some fucking dignity.
Dr. Karen Jenson: Isn't this just a little high-tech?
Blade: They've got their claws into everything - politics, finance, real estate. They already own half of downtown.
Quinn: Oh, lookie here.
[he removes a silver stake from Blade's holster]
Quinn: 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]
Quinn: Actually, if you want to get technical, Blade...
[lifts another stake]
Quinn: I owe you two.
[Blade starts laughing]
Quinn: 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]
Whistler: Catch you fuckers at a bad time?
Whistler: [after Dr Karen Jenson sees him inject Blade with the serum and runs away] Wander off the beaten path, Doctor.
Dr. Karen Jenson: You been listening in the whole time?
Blade: Keeping radio contact.
Whistler: Think I'd let him run loose without a chaperon?
Whistler: Blade's mother was attacked by a vampire while she was pregnant. She died, but he lived. Unfortunately, he'd undergone certain genetic changes. He can withstand garlic, silver, even sunlight. And he's got their strength. This time tomorrow, all those wounds of his will be healed. He still ages like a human, though. You see, vampires age slower than us. Unfortunately, he also inherited their thirst.
Blade: We're gonna play a little game of twenty questions. Depending on how you answer, you may walk out of here with a tan?
[points at the computer screen]
Blade: What's *that*?
Pearl: Oh, that? Oh, it's nothing, it's routine research, heh, heh... Actually, it's a video game.
[Blade snaps his fingers. Karen shines the UV lamp on Pearl, searing his flesh. Pearl screams, then Karen shuts it off]
Blade: That musta hurt.
Pearl: It's a fragment! A piece of the prophecy!
Pearl: What prophecy?
Pearl: Oh, I'm not really sure. There's so many out...
[Karen, without being asked, fries him again]
[Holding a sword]
Deacon Frost: Hey Blade, let's do this.
Blade: You see the valets over there? They're vampires. So's the doorman... and the whore on the corner.
Dr. Karen Jenson: How can you tell?
Blade: By the way they move. The way they smell.
[Karen sprays Officer Krieger with garlic mace when he's about to shoot her]
Officer Krieger: Ugh! What is this? Garlic?
Dr. Karen Jenson: Yeah, well he said it would work against vampires.
Officer Krieger: Vampires? Who said I was a vampire?
[Blade suddenly appears behind Officer Kreiger and knocks him to the floor]
Deacon Frost: What? Your serum? Can't help you now, stud.
[after Blade has fought him and not hurt him]
Deacon Frost: My turn.
Blade: I'm not human.
Dr. Karen Jenson: You look human to me.
Blade: Humans don't drink blood.
Dr. Karen Jenson: That was a long time abo. Maybe you should let that go?
Blade: I have spent my whole life lookin' for that thing that killed my mother, and made me what I am. And every time I take one of those monsters out, I get a little piece of that life back. So don't you tell me about forgetting.
Dr. Karen Jenson: Why do you hunt them?
Whistler: I had a family once - wife, two daughters. Then a drifter came calling one evening, a vampire. He toyed with them first. Tried to make me decide which order they'd die in.
Crease: [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]
Quinn: You're a fuck-up, Crease!
[All the vampires laugh, Crease included]
Quinn: You're a fuck-up!
Quinn: "I got his pig-sticker!"
[as the security force prepares for Blade's arrival]
Quinn: [babbling] 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...
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...
Deacon Frost: Yeah - SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Deacon Frost: [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]
Quinn: Deak, I...
[Frost raises the sword... and lowers it]
Deacon Frost: Just kidding.
[chucks Quinn on the shoulder]
Quinn: [laughing uproariously] He was fucking with me, man! He was, like...
Deacon Frost: 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: [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] Rawr.
Blade: [Jumps from the top floor of the Temple of Eternal Night, and shouts] FFFRRROOOOOOSSST!
Deacon Frost: Kill him.