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?
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