Blade1998

Frost:
Let's see this sword of yours. [Mercury tosses him Blade's sword] Titanium, right? Acid-etched. I'll get used to a weapon like this. [Turns the security device off in Blade's face] What? You look surprised. I told you, Blade. I know everything about you. Hold out your arm Quinn.

Quinn:
Why, man? I mean, these are like all better.

Frost:
Hold out your arm. Now.

Quinn:
Deac, I-- [Extends his arm]

Frost:
[Prepares to cut off Quinn's arm] Just kidding. [Tosses the sword back to Mercury]

Quinn:
[Laughs loudly] He was f***in' with me, man! I mean he was like f***in'...

Dr. Karen Jenson:
[Whispers] Blade. Blade.

Frost:
He can't hear you, honey. The thirst has got him now. [Quinn hands him the EDTA vials] What do we have here? The precious serum. How long's it been since you shot up? 12, 13 hours maybe? [Holds a vial to Blade's face] Bet your just dyin' for a drink, aren't you? What's it feel like? Is your blood on fire?

Blade:
Try some. You might like it.

Frost:
Thanks, but I prefer the real thing. In any event, I don't think you'll be needing these anymore.

[Frost throws them into the abyss]