Author: Cezar Cursaru

Rachael:
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.

Tyrell:
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.

Deckard:
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?

Rachel:
That Voight-Kampf test of yours. Have you ever tried to take that test yourself?

Roy 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 Tannhäuser Gate.

All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.

Time to die.

Deckard: [narrating]
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.