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[Batty has grabbed Deckard's gun hand and pulled it, along with the gun, through a hole in the wall
: Proud of yourself, little man?
[Batty takes the gun out of Deckard's hand
: This is for Zhora!
[Batty breaks one of Deckard's fingers
: This is for Pris!
[Batty breaks another one of Deckard's fingers, puts the gun back into his hand and lets him go
: 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
: 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.
: 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.
: Fiery the angels fell. Deep thunder rolled around their shoulders... burning with the fires of Orc.
: 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!
: Gosh, you've... really got some nice toys here.
[Batty wants Tyrell to extend his lifespan
: 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)
: Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave.
: [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.
: 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?
: 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.
: That was irrational of you... not to mention unsportsmanlike.
: Did you get your precious photos? Leon
: [shaking his head
] ... Someone was there. Batty
[Leon hesitates, then nods
: POLICE men?
: We're not computers, Sebastian, we're physical.
: [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!
: We've got a lot in common. Sebastian
: What do you mean? Roy
: Similar problems. Pris
: Accelerated decrepitude.
: There's only two of us now. Pris
: Then we're stupid and we'll die.
: You'd better get it up, or I'm gonna have to kill you!
: [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
: 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.
: Time... enough.