Kris Kristofferson

Whistler: "Frost is trying to trigger a fuckin' vampire apocalypse. There's some kind of vampire God he's trying to resurrect."
Blade: "La Magra."
Whistler: "You're the key. He needs your blood. The blood of the day walker. You're the chosen one."

"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."

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

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?"

"We kill as many of 'em as we can find. But it's getting worse."

"You have to understand, they're everywhere. Chances are you seen 'em yourself, and didn't know it. On the subway or in a bar."

Karen: "Why do you hunt them?"
Whistler: "I had a family once... wife, two daughters. Then a drifter came calling one evening, a vampire. He toyed with them first. Tried to make me decide which order they'd die in."

"I hope the next time we find each other is in heaven."