Dawn: What’s up?
Xander: Uh, I’m just thinking about the girls. It’s a harsh gig, being a potential. Just being picked out of a crowd. Danger, destiny. Plus if you act now, death.
Dawn: They can handle it.
Xander: Yeah. They’re special, no doubt. And the amazing thing is, not one of ‘em will ever know. Not even Buffy.
Dawn: Know what?
Xander: How much harder it is for the rest of us.
Dawn: No way. They’ve got…
Xander: Seven years, Dawn. Working with the Slayer. Seeing my friends get more and more powerful. A witch. A demon. Hell, I could fit Oz in my shaving kit, but, come a full moon, he had a wolfy mojo not to be messed with. Powerful. All of them. And I’m the guy who fixes the windows.
Dawn: Well. You had that sexy army training for a while, and the windows really did need fixing.
Xander: I saw what you did last night.
|—||I don’t know. (via go-to-the-devil)|
When you really think about it Blade didn’t just reeinvigorate superhero films but also the whole mythical creature action/horror films that came after.
Where would Underworld, Van Helsing, and Resident Evil films be without Blade?