Deckard: Leon! Leon: How old am I? Deckard: [after slugging Leon, to no effect] I dunno. Leon: My birthday is April 10, 2017. How long do I live? Deckard: Four years. Leon: More than you! Painful to live in fear, isn't it?
Deckard: [getting up to leave] I was quit when I come in here, Bryant, I'm twice as quit now. Bryant: Stop right where you are! You know the score, pal. You're not cop, you're little people! [Deckard stops at the door] Deckard: No choice, huh? Bryant...
Rachael: I'm not in the business. I am the business.
Holden: Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about... your mother. Leon: My mother? Holden: Yeah. Leon: Let me tell you about my mother. [Leon shoots Holden with a gun he had pulled out under the table]
Tyrell: I'm surprised you didn't come here sooner. Batty: It's not an easy thing to meet your maker. Tyrell: What could he do for you? Batty: Can the maker repair what he makes?
Deckard: Say "Kiss me". Rachael: I can't... rely on... my memories... Deckard: Say "Kiss me". Rachael: Kiss me. Deckard: I want you Rachael: I want you. Deckard: Again Rachael: I want you. [pauses] Rachael: Put your hands on me.
Roy: We've got a lot in common. Sebastian: What do you mean? Roy: Similar problems. Pris: Accelerated decrepitude.
Policeman: This sector is closed to ground traffic. What are you doing here? Deckard: I'm working. What are you doing? Policeman: Arresting you, that's what I'm doing.
Tyrell: We began to recognize in them a strange obsession. After all, they are emotionally inexperienced, with only a few years in which to store up the experiences which you and I take for granted. If we gift them with a past, we create a cushion or...
Tyrell: Is this to be an empathy test? Capillary dilation of the so-called blush response? Fluctuation of the pupil. Involuntary dilation of the iris... Deckard: We call it Voight-Kampff for short.
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. Ty...
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Batty: Not very sporting to fire on an unarmed opponent. I thought you were supposed to be good. Aren't you the "good" man? C'mon, Deckard. Show me what you're made of.
Bryant: I need ya, Deck. This is a bad one, the worst yet. I need the old blade runner, I need your magic.
Deckard: Have you felt yourself to be exploited in any way? Zhora: Like what? Deckard: Well... well, like to get this job. I mean, did... did you do, or... or were you asked to do anything lewd... or unsavory, or... or, otherwise repulsive to your......
Deckard: [narrating] The report read "Routine retirement of a replicant." That didn't make me feel any better about shooting a woman in the back.
Batty: Gosh, you've... really got some nice toys here.
