Blade: Trinity (2004)
Wesley Snipes: Blade
Dracula : [looks from a building] Look at them down there, scurrying around like insects. They don't know anything about honor or living by the sword. Not like you and I do. Do you think they could ever grasp what it means to be immortal?
Blade : You're not immortal. I musta heard hundreds of you rodents make the same claim. Each one of them has tasted the end of my sword.
Dracula : Perhaps I will too, then. But I think it is more likely the next time we meet, you fall before *mine*.
Dex : Consider us your reinforcements.
Blade : What? You amateurs are supposed to be helping me? You? Look at you. You're kids. You're not ready to roll with this. I mean, look at the way you're dressed. What, that's supposed to be tactical?
[about Hannibal's name tag]
Blade : What is this? What is that? "Fuck you." It's a joke, huh? What the fuck is wrong with y'all? You think this is a joke? You think this is a fucking sit-com?
Hannibal King : Okay, first off, that's just rude. Second, I'm pretty sure we saved your ass back there.
Hannibal King : Let's face it, we are fighting a losing battle here. So we kill a few hundred of them a year, big deal. There are thousands of them out there, maybe tens of thousands. We need a new tactic.
Blade : Like what?
Sommerfield : A biological weapon. For you sighted people, here's a little show-and-tell.
Abraham Whistler : Congratulations, you're famous. Somebody nailed us. Faces all over the papers, televisions. Media's eating it up.
Blade : Like I care.
Abraham Whistler : Well, you should. Somethin' like this, takin' out a human, as far as the rest of the world is concerned, you're public enemy #1.
Blade : Didn't notice it was a popularity contest.
[showing Blade and Abbie the blood-farming facility]
Chief Martin Vreede : They decided that hunting humans on a piece-meal basis was too inefficient. Why kill your prey when you can keep them alive? Under optimal conditions a donor can generate anywhere from fifty to a hundred pints of blood a year.
Abigail Whistler : But where did you get all these people?
Chief Martin Vreede : The streets. In any given year you've got two to three million homeless people wandering around America. No one cares about them. We're doing the country a service, really.
Blade : [applauds sarcastically] The vampire Final Solution.
Abigail Whistler : Are they aware? Do they feel anything?
Chief Martin Vreede : They're in a chemically-induced coma. They're brain dead, vegetables.
[Blade seizes Vreede by the collar and slams his face into one of the cells]
Blade : Look at this! Is this the future you want? You think there's a place for *you* in their future?
Chief Martin Vreede : We don't have a choice! They're going to win. Can't you see that? He's come back! There's nothing stopping them now.
Blade : [in Vreede's face] There's me.
[while Blade is restrained, Vance injects him with a sedative]
Dr. Edgar Vance : You don't have a problem with needles, do you? There! That wasn't so bad, was it?
[he leans closer, and Blade hears him through a haze]
Dr. Edgar Vance : Oh, you're weak. In need of your serum. That must be a bad feeling. I mean, that a mere human like me could have over-powered you?
Blade : [realizes] You're one of them. A familiar.
[Vance shows Blade a glyph tattoo on his wrist]
Dr. Edgar Vance : Going on five years now. It's the endgame, Blade. All their plans are coming to fruition. Why don't you just sit back, and enjoy the show?
Blade : [Blade is bobbing Hoop up and down over the edge of a building] Eventually, you know, your head is gonna pop off.
Hoop : Fuck, no, no! Please, please, please!
Blade : Who's your handler?
Hoop : I don't know my fucking handler! I swear, I swear!
[Blade loosens his grip]
Hoop : Oh, shit! Please! Please!
[a cell phone rings. Blade looks at Abbie and Hannibal, who shrug, then down at the familiar]
Blade : Oh, it's you! I'll take that. Come on! Let's go, come on!
[Hoop hands his cell to Blade]
Dr. Edgar Vance : Hello? Hello? Hello, this is Dr. Vance. You paged me?
Blade : [chuckles] It's for you. Yeah, go ahead.
[Blade hands the phone back. Hoop puts it to his ear]
Hoop : Hello...?
[Blade lets go]
Hoop : Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!
[after the vampires' attack on the Nightstalkers' hideout]
Blade : Are you all right?
Abigail Whistler : Yeah. I'll be fine.
Blade : Don't let it turn inward.
Abigail Whistler : Ever since I can remember, I've had this - I've had this knife of sadness in my heart. And as long as it's there, you know, I'm-I'm strong, and I'm-I'm untouchable. But the moment that I take it out... I'll just die.