[A FBI member asks him how many people he killed] 1, 182. But they were all familiars. People who work for them.

"Kill you?" Motherfucker, I'll kill you! I'll just enjoy it better.

[To a familiar] Go. You've got twenty seconds. [The familiar runs] Twenty. [Shoots him]

[first lines] In the movies, Dracula wears a cape, and some old English guy manages to save the day at the last moment with crosses and holy water. But everyone knows the movies are full of shit. The truth is, it began with Blade, and it ended with Blade. The rest of us were just along for the ride.

I picked Danica up in a bar, spent the next five years playing hide-and-go-suck as her little vampire cabana boy. Eventually Abigail found me, Sommerfield managed to treat me with a cure, and now I kill them. And that's basically turning a frown upside down.

[after watching Blade casually kill a familiar] You know, one of these days, you might want to consider sitting down with someone. You know, have a little share time? Get in touch with your inner child? Also - just a thought - but, you just might want to consider blinking once in a while. [Blade stops and slowly turns to look at Hannibal] Sorry, I, uh... I ate a lot of sugar today.

[Blade and Abigail walk into Hannibal's hospital room] Hey Blade, I got a question for you... Let's say we succeed in wiping out all the vampires. What then? Huh? Ever ask yourself that? I mean, somehow I don't picture you teaching Karat-ay at the local Y.

[Walking down hallway and comes across vampire pomeranian.] Fuck me. [two vampire rottweilers show up] Fuck me sideways!

[Last words] Funny, isn't it? My people were trying to create a new kind of vampire when one already exists. I don't need to survive. The future of our race rests with you. You fought with honor. I respect that. So, allow me a parting gift. But know this: sooner, or later, the thirst always wins.

Dr. Edgar Vance: How about the president? You know who that is. Who's in the White House right now?
Blade: An asshole.

Hannibal King: We call ourselves the Nightstalkers.
Blade: Sounds like rejects from a Saturday morning cartoon.
Hannibal King: Well, we were originally going to go with the Care Bears but, that was taken.

Dracula: [Holding a baby over the edge of a tall building] Careful, Daywalker. They've told me so much about you.
Blade: Why'd you kill Vance?
Dracula: He'd outlived his purpose. He died a good death. Quick. Clean.
Blade: I wouldn't know.
Dracula: You will.
Blade: How are you able to survive in sunlight?
Dracula: Haven't you heard? I am the first. I am unique.

Dracula: Look at them. Scurrying around like insects. They don't know what it's like to be immortal, or living by the sword.
Blade: You're not immortal. I must have 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'll fall before mine.

Hannibal King: Did you see that guy? We're gonna lose, man! [Abigail takes the stake from his shoulder] God! We're going to fucking lose! What did the one lesbian vampire say to the other?
Abigail: Shut up, king.
Hannibal King: See you in 28 days. [Laughs. Abigail holds out a vial] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What is that?
Abigail Whistler: It's an elastic protein. It's going to stop the hemmoraging.
Hannibal King: Is it going to hurt?
Abigail Whistler: Yeah, it's going to sting a little.
[Abigail sprays a thick, white substance onto the wound]
Hannibal King: FUCK ME!! [Screams]

[A Pomeranian is licking King's ear]
Hannibal King: Back off, pooch.
[The dog exposes its Reaper-like jaws and tongue]
Hannibal King: [Stands] Jesus Christ! What the FUCK?!
Asher Talos: [Picks up the dog] Good dog.
Hannibal King: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Asher Talos: His name's Pac-Man. We've been porting the vampire gene into other species. Experimenting.
Hannibal King: You made a goddamn vampire... Pomeranian?
Asher Talos: Yeah. [Hands Pac-Man to Jarko Grimwood]
Jarko Grimwood: Precious, isn't he?
Hannibal King: Well, that depends who you ask because clearly, this dog has a bigger dick than you.
Jarko Grimwood: And when the fuck did you see my dick, Fuck-Face?! [Kicks King]
Hannibal King: Ow! I was talking to HER! [Points to Danica Talos]
Danica Talos: Poor King. You look so... DISTRAUGHT! [Kicks him] Asher, hand me that chair. [Sits in the chair and licks one of King's wounds.] You're tasting a little bland, lover. Are you getting enough fatty acids in your diet? Have you tried... Lake Trout? Mackerel?
Hannibal King: How about you take a sugar-frosted fuck... off the end of my dick?
Danica Talos: And how about everyone not saying the word "dick" anymore? It provokes my envy. Tell us about Blade, King. What's this weapon he's planning?
Hannibal King: I can tell you two things. One, your hairdo is... ridiculous. And two, I ate a lot of garlic, and I just farted. Silent but deadly.
Jarko Grimwood: [Grabs King] Spit it out, you fucking fruitcake!
Hannibal King: All right! Fuck! I'll tell you about the weapon! [Grimwood releases him] It's a new flavor-crystal formula. Twice the choclaty goodness, half the calories, plus it helps prevent tooth decay. There, I said it.