Holden: Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about... your mother.
Leon: My mother?
Holden: Yeah.
Leon: Let me tell you about my mother.
[Leon shoots Holden with a gun he had pulled out under the table]

Fiery the angels fell. Deep thunder rolled around their shoulders... burning with the fires of Orc.

Batty

[narrating] The report read "Routine retirement of a replicant." That didn't make me feel any better about shooting a woman in the back.

Deckard

Deckard: She's a replicant, isn't she?
Tyrell: I'm impressed. How many questions does it usually take to spot them?
Deckard: I don't get it, Tyrell.
Tyrell: How many questions?
Deckard: Twenty, thirty, cross-referenced.
Tyrell: It took more than a hundred for Rachael, didn't it?
Deckard: [realizing Rachael believes she's human] She doesn't know.
Tyrell: She's beginning to suspect, I think.
Deckard: Suspect? How can it not know what it is?

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?

[narrating] They don't advertise for killers in the newspaper. That was my profession. Ex-cop. Ex-blade runner. Ex-killer.

Deckard

I need ya, Decks. This is a bad one, the worst yet. I need the old blade runner, I need your magic.

Bryant

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.

Batty

[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]
Batty: This is for Pris!
[Batty breaks another one of Deckard's fingers, puts the gun back into his hand and lets him go]
Batty: C'mon, Deckard. I'm right here, but you've gotta shoot straight!
[Deckard shoots through the hole in the wall and blows one of Batty's ears off]
Batty: Straight doesn't seem to be good enough! Now it's my turn! I'm going to give you a few seconds before I come.

Deckard: Taffey!
[flashes badge]
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.

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Blade Runner Quotes

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!

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.