Wesley Snipes credited as playing...
Blade
- 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: 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.
- 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.
- 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: 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]
- 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.
- 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?
- 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]
- 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.