[after Rachael kills Leon] Deckard: Shakes? Me too. I get 'em bad. It's part of the business. Rachael: I'm not in the business... I *am* the business.
Pris: I think, Sebastian, therefore I am.
Batty: [taunting Deckard with a counting rhyme] Six! Seven! Go to Hell or go to Heaven! Deckard: [Deckard smashes an iron rod against Batty's head] Go to Hell! Batty: [grabbing the iron rod] GOOD! THAT'S THE SPIRIT!
Pris: We need you, Sebastian. You're our best and only friend.
Rachael: That Voight-Kampf test of yours. Have you ever tried to take that test yourself?
Bryant: They jumped a shuttle off-world, killed the crew and passengers. We found the shuttle drifting off the coast two weeks ago, so we know they're around. Deckard: Embarrassing. Bryant: No sir. Not embarrassing, because no one's ever going to fin...
Gaff: Monsieur, azonnal kövessen engem, bitte! [Deckard gestures to Sushi Master for translation] Sushi Master: He say you under arrest, Mister Deckard. Deckard: Got the wrong guy, pal. Gaff: Lófaszt! Nehogy már! Te vagy a Blade, Blade Runner! Sus...
[Batty has grabbed Deckard's gun hand and pulled it, along with the gun, through a hole in the wall] Batty: Proud of yourself, little man? [Batty takes the gun out of Deckard's hand] Batty: This is for Zhora! [Batty breaks one of Deckard's fingers] B...
Deckard: [narrating] They don't advertise for killers in the newspaper. That was my profession. Ex-cop. Ex-blade runner. Ex-killer.
Deckard: [narrating] Sushi. That's what my ex-wife called me - cold fish.
Leon: Nothing is worse than having an itch you can never scratch!
Pris: Must get lonely here, J.F. J.F. Sebastian: Not really. I MAKE friends. They're toys. My friends are toys. I make them. It's a hobby. I'm a genetic designer.
Bryant: You could learn from this guy, Gaff. He's a goddamned one-man slaughterhouse, that's what he is. Four more to go!
Batty: Did you get your precious photos? Leon: [shaking his head] ... Someone was there. Batty: Men? [Leon hesitates, then nods] Batty: POLICE men?
Tyrell: Milk and cookies kept you awake, eh, Sebastian?
Batty: [Deckard is hanging precariously by one hand off a girder atop a high-rise; his hand slips, but Batty snatches him by the wrist as he falls] Ah, kinship!
Bryant: Christ, Deckard. You look almost as bad as that skin-job you left on the sidewalk.
Rachael: What if I go north? Disappear. Would you come after me? Hunt me? Deckard: No... No, I wouldn't. I owe you one... But somebody would.
