Ghost in the Shell 2: Innocence (I) (2004)
Major Motoko Kusanagi: We weep for a bird's cry, but not for a fish's blood. Blessed are those with a voice. If the dolls also had voices, they would have screamed, "I didn't want to become human."
Bateau: No matter how far a jackass travels, it won't come back a horse.
[first title cards]: In a future time when most human thought has been accelerated by artificial intelligence and external memory can be shared on a universal matrix, Batou, an agent of the elite Section 9 Security Force and a being so artificially modified as to be essentially cyborg, is assigned, along with his mostly human partner, Togusa, to investigate a series of gruesome murders.
Togusa: How great is the sum of thy thoughts? If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand.
Bateau: Psalms 139, Old Testament. The way you spout these spontaneous exotic references, I'd say your own external memory's pretty twisted.
Togusa: His legions, angel forms, who lay entranced. Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks.
Bateau: Now you're quoting Milton, but we are not Satan.
Bateau: What's up?
Togusa: Narrow, dark stairs. What's the program?
Bateau: We take turns, I'll lead.
Togusa: No, I'll lead. You're so damned big, I can't cover you!
[walks up the stairs, hereby forcing the lead]
Bateau: [referring to the grenades thrown by the thug] Your little gifts exploded above my head. Even presuming they went off at their most lethal range, you think two grenades are going to off an armored cyborg? You insult me.
Lin: We got loyalty even in my line.
Bateau: There's loyalty that protects secrets and loyalty that projects the truth. You cannot serve both masters, so which loyalty is yours?
Bateau: Still with me, pal?
Togusa: [with his head between his hands, looking to the floor] All I could see... were my wife and daughter's faces.
Bateau: That wasn't your wife or daughter. It was the Grim Reaper.
Section 9 Department Chief Aramaki: I ordered you to conduct an investigation. I never said skip the paperwork and act like vigilantes. I certainly don't recall ordering you to barge into any Yakuza office. This isn't the jungle and you're not Special Forces hit men.