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Bicentennial Man (1999)

[After learning the fate of most sperm cells.] Andrew: They die? One feels badly for them.

Portia: I like you. I even understand you some of the time. But I'm not about to invest my emotions in a machine.

Portia: What's right for most people in most situations isn't right for everyone in every situation! Real morality lies in following one's own heart.

Portia: But if this really works between us? You and I will never be accepted. We can't be married or anything.

Andrew: You have no idea what it feels like to be in love with someone that is about to marry someone else.

[After young Lloyd pours sand on Andrew] Andrew: One understands why some animals eat their young.

Andrew: One has studied your history. Terrible wars have been fought where millions have died for one idea, freedom. And it seems that something that means so much to so many people would be worth having.

Rupert Burns: What do they say? Andrew Martin: That you can lose yourself. Everything. All boundaries. All time. That two bodies can become so mixed up, that you don't know who's who or what's what. And just when the sweet confusion is so intense you think you're gonna die... you kind of do. Leaving you alone in your separate body, but the one you love is still there. That's a miracle. You can go to heaven and come back alive. You can go back anytime you want with the one you love. Rupert Burns: And you want to experience that? Andrew Martin: Oh, yes, please. Rupert Burns: So do I.

Andrew Martin: I try to make sense of things. Which is why, I guess, I believe in destiny. There must be a reason that I am as I am. There must be.

Sir Martin: You're a unique robot, Andrew. I feel a responsibility to help you become -- whatever you're able to be.

Little Miss: I have a friend who is very special to me. He's sweet and exceptionally intelligent, but, well -- he's not really a -- I mean, a relationship between us would be impossible. It would never, could never, work out.

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