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.

Deckard: Taffey!
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Deckard: I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Taffey Lewis: Blow.
Deckard: You ever buy snakes from the Egyptian, Taffey?
Taffey Lewis: All the time, "pal".
Deckard: [flashes picture of Zhora] You ever see this girl, huh?
Taffey Lewis: Never seen her. Buzz off!
Deckard: Your licenses in order, pal?
Taffey Lewis: [to bartender] Hey Louie, the man is dry. Give him one on the house, OK?
Taffey Lewis: [to Deckard] See ya!

Deckard: Remember when you were six? You and your brother snuck into an empty building through a basement window. You were going to play doctor. He showed you his, but when it got to be your turn you chickened and ran; you remember that? You ever tell anybody that? Your mother, Tyrell, anybody? Remember the spider that lived outside your window? Orange body, green legs. Watched her build a web all summer, then one day there's a big egg in it. The egg hatched...
Rachael: The egg hatched...
Deckard: Yeah...
Rachael: ...and a hundred baby spiders came out... and they ate her.
Deckard: Implants. Those aren't your memories, they're somebody else's. They're Tyrell's niece's.
Deckard: [he sees that she's deeply hurt by the implication] O.K., bad joke... I made a bad joke. You're not a replicant. Go home, O.K.? No, really - I'm sorry, go home.
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Deckard: [presents scale for examination] Fish?
Cambodian lady: [examines scale with microscope] I think it was manufactured locally... finest quality... superior workmanship. There is a maker's serial number... 9-9-0-6-9-4-7-X-B-7-1. Interesting. Not fish. Snake scale!

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.

Christ, Deckard. You look almost as bad as that skin-job you left on the sidewalk.


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 a pillow for their emotions, and consequently, we can control them better.
Deckard: Memories! You're talking about memories!

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 find out they're down here. 'Cause you're gonna spot 'em and you're gonna air 'em out!
Deckard: I don't work here anymore. Give it to Holden. He's good.
Bryant: I did. He can breathe okay, as long as nobody unplugs him.

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.

Roy: We've got a lot in common.
Sebastian: What do you mean?
Roy: Similar problems.
Pris: Accelerated decrepitude.

[to Zhora] I'm from the, uh, Confidential Committee on Moral Abuses.


I think, Sebastian, therefore I am.


[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!


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