Blade1998

Frost:
How you doin' chief? [Blade reaches for his gun] Easy. Wouldn't want our little friend here to wind up on 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:
Sunblock.

Frost:
Hey, it's a start, right? The goal, of course to be like you: [With mock amazement] the Daywalker! You've got the best of both worlds, don't you? All our strengths, none of our weaknesses.

Blade:
Maybe I don't see it that way.

Frost:
Oh, so it's back to pretending we're human again? Come on. 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 f***in' 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.

Frost:
I'm offering you a truce. I want you with us.

Blade:
What do you think, I'm stupid? [in vampire tongue] "The spirits of the twelve will awaken La Magra."

Frost:
You're familiar with the blood god.

Blade:
Frost, you're nothing to me but another dead vampire.

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 f***in' face. [Blade reaches for his gun] Careful. [Lifts the girl into the air]

Blade:
What do I care? They're cattle. Just like you said.

Frost:
If you want to 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--