I think, Sebastian, therefore I am.Pris
Well end your suffering little man. Why don't you pack up your gear and clear out of here?Tony
[to Zhora] I'm from the, uh, Confidential Committee on Moral Abuses.Deckard
Riff: Now I know Tony like I know me and I guarentee you can count him in
Action: In, out, let's get crackin'
Gee-tar: Where you gonna find Bernardo?
Riff: He'll be at the dance tonight at the gym
A-Rab: But the gym's neutral territory
Riff: A-rab, I'm gonna make nice with him! I'm only gonna challenge him!
Ice: Great daddy-o.
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!
Roy: We've got a lot in common.
Sebastian: What do you mean?
Roy: Similar problems.
Pris: Accelerated decrepitude.
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.
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.
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.
[singing] Play it cool boy, real cool.Ice
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!
Christ, Deckard. You look almost as bad as that skin-job you left on the sidewalk.Bryant
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.