Blade: 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 want to survive it, you better learn to pull the trigger.
Karen: Why do you hunt them?
Whistler: I had a family once. A wife and two daughters. Then a drifter came calling one evening. A vampire. He toyed with them at first. Tried to make me decide which order they'd die in.
Security Guard in Hospital: Freeze!
[Shoots at Wesley Snipes.]
Blade: Motherfucker, are you out of your damn mind?
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.
Karen: You're one of them, aren't you?
Blade: No. I'm something else.
Frost: Easy! Wouldn't want our little friend here to wind up on the back of a milk carton now, would we?
Whistler: Catch you fuckers at a bad time?
Whistler: Some of the legends are true though. Vampires are severely allergic to silver. Feed them garlic, and they go into anaphylactic shock. Then, of course, there's always sunlight, ultraviolet rays.
[Whistler turns on a weapon that produces ultraviolet light and points it at Blade's face.]
Whistler: I got this sucker running. You want to give it a try tonight?
[Blade takes the weapon from Whistler.]
Blade: It's still heavy.
Whistler: Well, you're so big.
