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Quinn
- [as the security force prepares for Blade's arrival]
- Quinn: [babbling] Deak, I don't think you understand, I mean, this dude is fucking bad! Like, he's - he's like, he had twenty guys around him - I was there, man! He's got shit he throws at you, like-like the sword...
- Deacon Frost: Yeah, he's got the sword, and shit...
- Quinn: Exactly.
- Deacon Frost: Yeah, he can throw it in the air...
- Quinn: He's got like the shit that he throws...
- Deacon Frost: Catch it underneath...
- Quinn: Exactly...
- Deacon Frost: Yeah - SHUT THE FUCK UP!
- Deacon Frost: [examining Blade's sword] Hold out your arm, Quinn.
- Quinn: [who's *finally* got both of his arms grown back] Why, man? 'Cause they're-they're, like, all better.
- Deacon Frost: Hold out your arm. Now.
- [trembling, Quinn does so; Frost takes aim with the sword]
- Quinn: Deak, I...
- [Frost raises the sword... and lowers it]
- Deacon Frost: Just kidding.
- [chucks Quinn on the shoulder]
- Quinn: [laughing uproariously] He was fucking with me, man! He was, like...
- Quinn: Oh, lookie here.
- [he removes a silver stake from Blade's holster]
- Quinn: Silver. Nice craftsman ship, huh? Probably cost you a pretty penny. Now this here is a man who takes his job just a little too seriously, don't you think? Come to think of it, Blade, I owe you one.
- [he stabs the stake into Blade's shoulder]
- Quinn: Actually, if you want to get technical, Blade...
- [lifts another stake]
- Quinn: I owe you two.
- [Blade starts laughing]
- Quinn: Oh, what's so funny, bright eyes?
- Blade: I'm expecting company.
- [Quinn looks closer, and sees the radio piece in Blade's ear, which is chattering. The wall explodes behind them]
- Whistler: Catch you fuckers at a bad time?
- Deacon Frost: Kill him.
- Quinn: Wait. I oh you man. I got two new hands, and I don't know which one to kill you with.
- [lunges forward with a dagger in hand]
- Blade: [Blade pulls out razor wire, and cut's off Quinn's head. he plucks his own sunglasses out of the air and slides them on] Rawr.
- Deacon Frost: Tonight the age of man comes to an end. No more compromises.
- Quinn: We're gonna be Gods.
- Crease: [waving Blade's sword around] Check it out! I've got his pig-sticker!
- [He laughs, then screams as the booby-trapped handle springs out, tearing his hand to pieces]
- Quinn: You're a fuck-up, Crease!
- [All the vampires laugh, Crease included]
- Quinn: You're a fuck-up!
- [imitating]
- Quinn: "I got his pig-sticker!"