Roy Batty: Quite an experience to live in fear, isn’t it? That’s what it is to be a slave.
Deckard: I have had people walk out on me before, but not when I was being so charming.
Roy Batty: If only you could see what I’ve seen with your eyes.
Roy Batty: It’s not an easy thing to meet your maker.
Roy Batty: 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?
Rachel: I’m not in the business. I am the business.
Zhora: Do you think I’d be working in a place like this if I could afford a real snake?
Batty: C’mon, Deckard. I’m right here. All you gotta do is shoot straight.
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: Are you for real?
Deckard: The report read “Routine retirement of a replicant.” That didn’t make me feel any better about shooting a woman in the back.
Tyrell: “More human than human” is our motto.