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.

Sunblock.

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.

Maybe I don't see it that way.

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 ****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.

Looks like your mascara's running.

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

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

You're familiar with the blood god.

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

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

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

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--