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.
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.
Blade: What's behind the door?
Police Captain: I can't tell you, they'll kill me.
Blade: Motherfucker, I'll kill you, now tell me!
Aman: Legend goes that somewhere beneath these mountains lies a gateway between heaven and hell. It is said that a sacred sisterhood guards this portal and the power of their prayers keeps the damned from tormenting the living. Trouble with the damned is... they never stay put.
Nino Brown: I'm not guilty. You're the one that's guilty. The lawmakers, the politicians, the Columbian drug lords, all you who lobby against making drugs legal. Just like you did with alcohol during the prohibition. You're the one who's guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kick the ballistics here: Ain't no Uzi's made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than Nino Brown. This is big business. This is the American way.