Blade Quotes

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: 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.

[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...
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!

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]