Hannibal King: Hang in there, kitten. I'll get help.
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Hannibal King: Hang in there, kitten. I'll get help.
Dracula: Kill one man, you're a murderer, kill a million, a king. Kill them all, a God.
Hannibal King: What do you get when you cross a vampire with a werewolf? You get a fur coat that sticks to your neck!
Blade: Go. You've got 20 seconds. 20!
Hannibal King: Don't you know that fur is murder?
Hannibal King: And this walking diaper stain is Jarko Grimwood.
Dracula: Are you ready to die... motherfucker?
Fartula Toy: That garlic gets me every time!
Danica Talos: The world's changed since your time. The humans have a new hunter... Blade.
Hannibal King: So, can we just go right ahead and sign you up for one of our secret Nightstalker decoder rings?
Danica Talos: FUCKING HANNIBAL KING! I should have ripped his bleeding heart out when I had the chance!
Hannibal King: Hang in there, kitten. I'll get help.
Abigail Whistler: Scream if this hurts, chica!
Dracula: Kill one man, you're a murderer, kill a million, a king. Kill them all, a God.
Hannibal King: Don't you know that fur is murder?
Hannibal King: And this walking diaper stain is Jarko Grimwood.
Dingo: Scream if this hurts, chica!
Hannibal King: What do you get when you cross a vampire with a werewolf? You get a fur coat that sticks to your neck!
Blade: Now, what's behind Door Number One? Chief Martin Vreede: I can't tell you. They-they'll kill me. Blade: Kill you? Motherfucker, I'll kill you! I'll just enjoy it better.
Danica Talos: 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 here not saying the word "dick" anymore? It provokes my envy.
Hannibal King: You know, at some point, you, uh, you might wanna consider sitting down with somebody. You know, have a little share time? Kick back. Get in touch with your inner child, that sorta thing. Also, just a thought, but you might wanna consider blinking once in a while. Hannibal King: I'm sorry, I, uh... I ate a lot of sugar today.
Dracula: Do you know who I am? Zoe: You're the Gnome King. Dracula: Ah. The Gnome King. How sweet. Tell me, child, do you want to die? Zoe: I'm not afraid. I'll go to heaven. Dracula: There is no heaven. No God, no angels. The only thing in your future is nothingness. But what if you could change that? What if you could remain a child forever? Wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't you accept that gift? Zoe: My friends are coming to kill you.
Hannibal King: We call ourselves the Nightstalkers. Blade: Hmm. Sounds like rejects from a Saturday morning cartoon. Hannibal King: Well, we were gonna go with the Care Bears, but, uh, that was taken.
Dex: Consider us your reinforcements. Blade: What? You amateurs are supposed to be helping me? You? Look at you. You're kids. You're not ready to roll with this. I mean, look at the way you're dressed. What, that's supposed to be tactical? Blade: What is this? What is that? "Fuck you." It's a joke, huh? What the fuck is wrong with y'all? You think this is a joke? You think this is a fucking sit-com? Hannibal King: Okay, first off, that's just rude. Second, I'm pretty sure we saved your ass back there.
Hannibal King: Ooh, gonna be sorry you did that. Asher Talos: Why? Nobody's coming for you, King-shit. Hannibal King: Sure they are. Hannibal King: God! See, one of the things you fuckheads need to know about us Nightstalkers is that when you join our club, you get all sorts of groovy little door prizes, and one of them is this nifty little tracking node surgically implanted in your body. Jarko Grimwood: Bullshit. Hannibal King: Yeah. See, when one of us goes missing, the others, they just dial up the satellite... which is in space. And then presto. Instant cavalry. Hannibal King: You like that, huh? Go fuck your sister.
Danica Talos: Okay King, where is this tracking node of yours? Hannibal King: It's in my left ass cheek. Hannibal King: Fine. It's in my right ass cheek. Hannibal King: Okay, I'm - okay, seriously now. It's in the meat of my butt, just below the Hello Kitty tattoo. Hannibal King: Seriously, just pull down my tighty-whities and see for yourself.
Hannibal King: Hedges, super-size me, sweetheart. Hannibal King: This little peashooter, it's a modified version of the Army's objective individual combat weapon. Pick your poison - sun dogs, stakes, heat-seeking mini-rockets. Basically, whatever gets you hard, this puppy'll pump 'em out. Hannibal King: Of course, it doesn't have the range of a *sword*, but, uh...
Dracula: Look at them down there, scurrying around like insects. They don't know anything about honor or living by the sword. Not like you and I do. Do you think they could ever grasp what it means to be immortal? Blade: You're not immortal. I musta 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 fall before *mine*.
Asher Talos: We got caught with our pants down. Jarko Grimwood: Pants down? They pretty much fucking ass-raped us!
Hannibal King: Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Where're you going? Hannibal King: Where the fuck is he going? This is supposed to be a rescue!
Hannibal King: Back off, pooch. Hannibal King: Jesus Christ! Hannibal King: What the fuck? Asher Talos: 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?
Danica Talos: You're brave, King. I'll give you that. But underneath all that swagger, I know what you really fear. What would hurt you more than anything else. Danica Talos: You don't wanna go back to being one of us, do you? Danica Talos: I'm gonna bite you again, King. And I'm gonna leave you here while you turn. I'm going to watch you, day after day, as the thirst keeps building and building. And then, when you can't stand it anymore... Danica Talos: I'm gonna bring the little girl in here for you to feed on. Would you like that, King? Would you enjoy taking her life? Danica Talos: Now we're getting somewhere, my pet.
Abraham Whistler: Congratulations, you're famous. Somebody nailed us. Faces all over the papers, televisions. Media's eating it up. Blade: Like I care. Abraham Whistler: Well, you should. Somethin' like this, takin' out a human, as far as the rest of the world is concerned, you're public enemy #1. Blade: Didn't notice it was a popularity contest.
Ray Cumberland: Say, how many people have you killed, Blade? Thirty? Forty? Fifty? Blade: One thousand, one hundred and eighty two. But they were all familiars.
Hannibal King: Let's face it, we are fighting a losing battle here. So we kill a few hundred of them a year, big deal. There are thousands of them out there, maybe tens of thousands. We need a new tactic. Blade: Like what? Sommerfield: A biological weapon. For you sighted people, here's a little show-and-tell.
