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] They don't advertise for killers in the newspaper. That was my profession. Ex-cop. Ex-blade runner. Ex-killer.
: 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?
: 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?
] The report read "Routine retirement of a replicant." That didn't make me feel any better about shooting a woman in the back.
] I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life - anybody's life; my life. All he'd wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.
: You've done a man's job, sir. I guess you're through, huh? Deckard
[Gaff throws Deckard his gun
: It's too bad she won't live! But then again, who does?
: Do you like our owl? Deckard
: It's artificial? Rachael
: Of course it is. Deckard
: Must be expensive. Rachael
: Very. Rachael
: I'm Rachael. Deckard
: Deckard. Rachael
: 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.
: May I ask you a personal question? Deckard
: Sure. Rachael
: Have you ever retired a human by mistake? Deckard
: No. Rachael
: But in your position, that is a risk.
] Sushi. That's what my ex-wife called me - cold fish.
: Monsieur, azonnal kövessen engem, bitte!
[Deckard gestures to Sushi Master for translation
] Sushi Master
: He say you under arrest, Mister Deckard. Deckard
: Got the wrong guy, pal. Gaff
: Lófaszt! Nehogy már! Te vagy a Blade, Blade Runner! Sushi Master
: He say you blade runner. Deckard
: Tell him I'm eating. Gaff
: Captain Bryant toka. Meni-o mae-yo. Deckard
: Bryant, huh?
: You're reading a magazine. You come across a full-page nude photo of a girl. Rachael
: Is this testing whether I'm a replicant or a lesbian, Mr. Deckard?
: I have had people walk out on me before, but not... when I was being so charming.
: Leon! Leon
: How old am I? Deckard
: [after slugging Leon, to no effect
] 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?
[after Rachael kills Leon
: Shakes? Me too. I get 'em bad. It's part of the business. Rachael
: I'm not in the business... I *am* the business.
] Gaff had been there, and let her live. Four years, he figured. He was wrong. Tyrell had told me Rachael was special. No termination date. I didn't know how long we had together... Who does?
: [getting up to leave
] I was quit when I come in here, Bryant, I'm twice as quit now. Bryant
: Stop right where you are! You know the score, pal. You're not cop, you're little people!
[Deckard stops at the door
: No choice, huh? Bryant
] No choice, pal.
: Say "Kiss me". Rachael
: I can't... rely on... my memories... Deckard
: Say "Kiss me". Rachael
: Kiss me. Deckard
: I want you Rachael
: I want you. Deckard
: Again Rachael
: I want you.
: Put your hands on me.
: [to Zhora
] I'm from the, uh, Confidential Committee on Moral Abuses.
: [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!
: 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.
: 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.
: 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!
: 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.
: 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.
: [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!
: 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!
: 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.
: [Holding up his badge
] Deckard. B26354.
: Do you love me? Rachael
: I love you. Deckard
: Do you trust me? Rachael
: I trust you.
: That's no way to treat a friend.
: Enhance 224 to 176.
[a man's arm becomes visible
: Enhance. Stop.
[the man's shoulder and wrist are visible
: Move in. Stop.
[close-up of man's wrist
: Pull out, track right. Stop.
[writing is visible
: Center and pull back. Stop.
[arm and door are visible
: Track 45 right. Stop. Center and stop.
[doorway and mirror are visible
: Enhance 34 to 36.
[dresser top is visible
: Pan right or-and pull back. Stop.
[mirror is visible
: Enhance 34 to 46.
[blurred white object in mirror becomes visible
: Pull back. Wait a minute. Go right. Stop.
[Zhora's arm becomes visible
: Enhance 57 to 19. Track 45 left. Stop.
[Zhora is visible
: Enhance 15 to 23.
[marks on Zhora's face become visible
: Gimme a hard copy right there.
: That isn't really my kind of place. Deckard
: Go someplace else?
: No choice, huh?