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.

Holden: You're in a desert, walking along when -
Leon: What one?
Holden: What?
Leon: What desert?
Holden: Doesn't matter what desert it is, it's completely hypothetical.
Leon: Well, how come I'd be there?
Holden: Maybe you're fed up. Maybe you just wanted to get away from it all. Anyway. You're in a desert, walking along when you look down and you see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling toward you.
Leon: What's a tortoise?
Holden: You know what a turtle is?
Leon: 'Course!
Holden: Same thing. So you reach down and flip the tortoise over on its back, Leon.
Leon: Do you make up these questions, Mr. Holden? Or do they write 'em down for you?
Holden: The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping.
Leon: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I'M NOT HELPING?
Holden: I mean you're not helping, Leon.

Roy Batty: Fiery the angels fell. Deep thunder rolled about their shores... burning with the fires of Orc.

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.
[Shoots him]

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?

Leon: Wake up! Time to die!

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?

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?