Roy: [grabbing Sebastian] If we don't find help soon, Pris hasn't got long to live. We can't allow that.
[Roy goes to the chess board, studying the game in progress]
Roy: Is he good?
J.F. Sebastian: Who?
Roy: Your opponent.
J.F. Sebastian: Oh, Dr. Tyrell? I've only beaten him once in chess. He's a genius! He designed you.
Roy: Maybe he could help.
J.F. Sebastian: I'd be happy to mention it to him.
Roy: [smiles and puts his hand on Sebastian's shoulder] Better if I talk to him in person. But I understand he's a sort of hard man to get to.
[Pris wraps her legs and arms around Sebastian]
J.F. Sebastian: Yes.
Roy: Will you help us?
J.F. Sebastian: I can't.
Pris: We need you, Sebastian. You're our best and only friend.