Rachael: I'm not in the business. I am the business.
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.
Tyrell: The light that burns twice as bright burns half as
long - and you have burned so very, very brightly, Roy.
Tyrell: I'm surprised you didn't come here sooner. Roy: It's
not an easy thing to meet your maker. Tyrell: What could he
do for you? Roy: Can the maker repair what he makes?
Roy: I've done... questionable things. Tyrell: Also extraordinary
things. Revel in your time. Roy: Nothing the god of biomechanics
wouldn't let you into heaven for.
Roy Batty: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack
ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams
glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments
will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
Gaff: It's too bad she won't live! But then again, who does?
Batty: C'mon, Deckard. I'm right here. All you gotta do is
shoot straight. [Deckard shoots and misses] Straight doesn't
seem to be good enough!
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: They don't advertise for killers in the newspaper.
That was my profession. Ex-cop. Ex-blade runner. Ex-killer.
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... your person, huh? Zhora: [Laughs] Are you for real?
Deckard: She's a replicant. Tyrell: I'm impressed, Mr. Deckard.
How many questions does it normally take? Deckard: I don't
get it... Tyrell: How many? Deckard: Twenty, thirty, cross-referenced.
Tyrell: But with Rachael it took more than a hundred. Deckard:
She doesn't know. Tyrell: She is beginning to suspect I think.
Deckard: Beginning to suspect? How can it not know what it
is?
Deckard: The report read "Routine retirement of a replicant."
That didn't make me feel any better about shooting a woman
in the back.
Roy Batty: Fiery the angels fell. Deep thunder rolled about
their shores... burning with the fires of Orc.
Roy Batty: Questions. Lab Worker: I don't know answers, I
just do eyes. You Nexus, huh? I design your eyes. Roy Batty:
Chew, if only you could see what I've seen with your eyes
Tyrell: "More human than human" is our motto. Roy Batty: Gosh,
you've... really got some nice toys here.
Roy Batty: I want more life, fucker.
Deckard: All they'd wanted were the same answers the rest
of us wanted, where have I come from? Where am I going? How
long have I got?
Roy Batty: Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it?
That's what it is to be a slave.
Gaff: You've done a man's job, sir! I guess you are through?
Deckard: Finished.
Rachael: Do you like our owl? Deckard: Is it artificial? Rachael:
Of course it is. Deckard: Must be expensive. Rachael: Very.
It seems you feel our work is not a benefit to the public.
Deckard: Replicants are like any other machine - they're either
a benefit or a hazard. If they're a benefit, it's not my problem.
Rachael: Can I ask you a personal question? Deckard: Sure.
Rachael: Have you ever retired a human by mistake? Deckard:
No. Rachael: But in your position it's a risk.
Deckard: Sushi. That's what my ex-wife calls me - cold fish.
Sushi Master: He say you are blade runner. Deckard: Tell him
I'm eating.
Rachael: Are these questions testing whether I'm a replicant
or a lesbian, Mr. Deckard?
Deckard: I have had people walk out on me before, but not
when I was being so charming.
Leon: Nothing is worse than having an itch you can never scratch!
Deckard: I don't know why he saved my life; maybe in those
last moments he loved life more than he had ever before. Not
just his life; anybody's life. My life.
Deckard: Leon! Leon: How old am I? Deckard: 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?
Rick Deckard: I was quit when I come in here, Bryant, I'm
twice as quit now.
Captain Bryant: You could learn from this guy Gaff. He's a
God damned one-man slaughterhouse, that's what he is. Drink
some for me, huh pal?
Roy Batty: That was irrational of you... not to mention unsportsmanlike.
Deckard: Say you love me. Rachael: I love you. Deckard: Again!
Rachael: I love you. Deckard: Say, "Put your hands on me."
Batty: Did you get your precious photos? Leon: No. Batty:
Why? Leon: There were some men... Batty: Men. POLICE men?
