Director’s cut me! Blade Runner, I accept you as the overlord of science fiction.
Roy : We’ve got a lot in common.
Sebastian : What do you mean?
Roy : Similar problems.
Pris : Accelerated decrepitude.
Tyrell : 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!
Deckard : 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.