Roy Batty
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Roy Batty (Character)
from Blade Runner (1982)

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Blade Runner (1982)
[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.

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.

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

Batty: Yes!
[smiles]
Batty: Questions... Morphology? Longevity? Incept dates?
Hannibal Chew: Don't know, I don't know such stuff. I just do eyes, ju-, ju-, just eyes... just genetic design, just eyes. You Nexus, huh? I design your eyes.
Batty: Chew, if only you could see what I've seen with your eyes!

Batty: Gosh, you've... really got some nice toys here.

[Batty wants Tyrell to extend his lifespan]
Tyrell: Would you... like to be upgraded?
Batty: I had in mind something a little more radical.
Tyrell: What... what seems to be the problem?
Batty: Death.
Tyrell: Death; ah, well that's a little out of my jurisdiction. You...
Batty: *I want more life, fucker/father!* (IMDb Editor's note: see trivia section for details)

Batty: Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave.

Tyrell: [Tyrell explains to Roy why he can't extend his lifespan] The facts of life... to make an alteration in the evolvement of an organic life system is fatal. A coding sequence cannot be revised once it's been established.
Batty: Why not?
Tyrell: Because by the second day of incubation, any cells that have undergone reversion mutation give rise to revertant colonies, like rats leaving a sinking ship; then the ship... sinks.
Batty: What about EMS-3 recombination?
Tyrell: We've already tried it - ethyl, methane, sulfinate as an alkylating agent and potent mutagen; it created a virus so lethal the subject was dead before it even left the table.
Batty: Then a repressor protein, that would block the operating cells.
Tyrell: Wouldn't obstruct replication; but it does give rise to an error in replication, so that the newly formed DNA strand carries with it a mutation - and you've got a virus again... but this, all of this is academic. You were made as well as we could make you.
Batty: But not to last.
Tyrell: The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long - and you have burned so very, very brightly, Roy. Look at you: you're the Prodigal Son; you're quite a prize!
Batty: I've done... questionable things.
Tyrell: Also extraordinary things; revel in your time.
Batty: Nothing the God of biomechanics wouldn't let you into heaven for.

Tyrell: I'm surprised you didn't come here sooner.
Batty: It's not an easy thing to meet your maker.
Tyrell: What could he do for you?
Batty: Can the maker repair what he makes?

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.

Batty: That was irrational of you... not to mention unsportsmanlike.

Batty: Did you get your precious photos?
Leon: [shaking his head] ... Someone was there.
Batty: Men?
[Leon hesitates, then nods]
Batty: POLICE men?

Batty: We're not computers, Sebastian, we're physical.

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.

Roy: There's only two of us now.
Pris: Then we're stupid and we'll die.

Batty: You'd better get it up, or I'm gonna have to kill you!

Roy: [grabbing Sebastian] If we don't find help soon, Pris hasn't got long to live. We can't allow that.
[Roy goes to the chess board, studying the game in progress]
Roy: Is he good?
J.F. Sebastian: Who?
Roy: Your opponent.
J.F. Sebastian: Oh, Dr. Tyrell? I've only beaten him once in chess. He's a genius! He designed you.
Roy: Maybe he could help.
J.F. Sebastian: I'd be happy to mention it to him.
Roy: [smiles and puts his hand on Sebastian's shoulder] Better if I talk to him in person. But I understand he's a sort of hard man to get to.
[Pris wraps her legs and arms around Sebastian]
J.F. Sebastian: Yes.
Roy: Will you help us?
J.F. Sebastian: I can't.
Pris: We need you, Sebastian. You're our best and only friend.

Batty: Time... enough.