Blade

Karen: "So, am I a prisoner here?"
Whistler: "Not at all. We just had to take certain precautions before we let you go. You got to understand, they're everwhere. Vampires. A Hominus Nocturna. We hunt them you see, moving from one city to the next, tracking their migrations. They're hard to kill. They tend to regenerate."
Karen: "And I'm supposed to believe all this?"
Blade: "Well, you already met Mr. Crispy at the hospital. What do you think?"

Frost: "I hear you been looking for me. I'm flattered."
Blade: "It'll pass."

Karen: "I need to get back to the lab, if I'm going to cure you."
Blade: "It's not over. You keep your cure. There's still a war going on, and I have a job to do. You wanna help, make me a better serum."

Karen: "You used me as bait?"
Blade: "Get over it."

"Christ! I'm too old for this! Somebody get me a goddamn wheelchair!"

"There's a war going on out there. Blade, myself, a few others, we've tried to keep it from spilling over onto the streets. Sometimes people like yourself get caught in the cross fire."

"Maybe it's time we forgot about discretion. We should be ruling the humans, not running around making back ally treaties with them. For fucks sake, these people are our food, not our allies."

"You may wake up one day and find yourself extinct."