Rick Deckard: Sometimes to love someone, you got to be a stranger.
Niander Wallace: Pain reminds you the joy you felt was real. More joy, then.
'K': All the best memories are hers.
Rick Deckard: [to Wallace] Her eyes were green.
Lieutenant Joshi: The World is built in a wall that separates kind. Tell either side there's no wall, you've bought a war. Or a slaughter.
Sapper Morton: You newer models are happy scraping the shit... because you've never seen a miracle.
Interviewer: [Baseline test room at LAPD HQ] Officer K-D-six-dash-three-dot-seven, let's begin. Ready?
K: Yes, sir.
Interviewer: Recite your baseline.
K: And blood-black nothingness began to spin... A system of cells interlinked within cells interlinked within cells interlinked within one stem... And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played.
Interviewer: Have you ever been in an institution? Cells.
Interviewer: Do they keep you in a cell? Cells.
Interviewer: When you're not performing your duties do they keep you in a little box? Cells.
Interviewer: What's it like to hold the hand of someone you love? Interlinked.
Interviewer: Did they teach you how to feel finger to finger? Interlinked.
Interviewer: Do you long for having your heart interlinked? Interlinked.
Interviewer: Do you dream about being interlinked?
Interviewer: What's it like to hold your child in your arms? Interlinked.
Interviewer: Do you feel that there's a part of you that's missing? Interlinked.
Interviewer: Within cells interlinked.
K: Within cells interlinked.
Interviewer: Why don't you say that three times: Within cells interlinked.
K: Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked.
Interviewer: We're done... Constant K, you can pick up your bonus.
K: Thank you, sir.
Mariette: More human than humans.
Dr. Ana Stelline: Beautiful, isn't it?
Rick Deckard: Replicants are like any other machine - they are either a benefit or a hazard. If they are a benefit, it's not my problem.
Niander Wallace: [from trailer] Every leap of civilization was built on the back of a disposable workforce, but I can only make so many.
Advertising hologram: [said to K by a hologram advertising the virtual girl Joi, which K had bought] You look like a *good* Joe.
Rachael: [to Deckard] Did you miss me?
Freysa: Dying for the right cause. It's the most human thing we can do.
Niander Wallace: All the courage in the world cannot alter fact.
'K': I've never retired something that was born before.
Lieutenant Joshi: What's the difference?
'K': To be born is to have a soul, I guess.
Lieutenant Joshi: Are you telling me no?
'K': I wasn't aware there was an option, madame.
Lieutenant Joshi: Attaboy.
[K walks to the door]
Lieutenant Joshi: Hey! You've been getting on fine without one.
'K': What's that, madame?
Lieutenant Joshi: A soul.
Joi: I always told you. You're special. Your history isn't over yet. There's still a page left.
'K': I have memories, but they're not real. They're just implants.
Mariette: [to K] Oh, I see. You don't like real girls.
Joi: [to K] I love you!
Dr. Ana Stelline: There's a little of every artist in their work.
Niander Wallace: I can see it. As clear as dreaming. He loves her.
Rick Deckard: [to Wallace] I know what's real.
Luv: [to herself, while watching K on a video feed ] Oh... come on. Get up. Do your fucking job.
Joi: I always knew you were special. Maybe this is how. A child. Of woman born. Pushed into the world. Wanted. Loved.
Niander Wallace: Is it the same now, as then? The moment you met her. All these years, drunk on the memory of its perfection. How shiny her lips. How instant your connection. Did it never occur to you that is why you were summoned in the first place? Designed to do nothing short of fall for her then and there? All to make that single perfect specimen. That is, if you were designed. Love, or mathematical precision? Yes? No?
Rick Deckard: I know what's real.
Luv: [to K] I'm the best one!
K: [toasting] To strangers.
Niander Wallace: It was very clever to keep yourself empty of information, and all it cost you was everything.
Niander Wallace: [to newborn Replicant] Shh. Happy birthday.
LAPD Cop: [to K] Fuck off, skin job!
Rick Deckard: You mightn't happen to have a piece of cheese about you, now? Would you boy?
K: Treasure Island?
Rick Deckard: He reads, that's good me too. Not much else to do around here at night anymore. Many is the night I dream of cheese. Toasted, mostly. What Are You Doing Here?
K: I heard the piano.
Rick Deckard: Don't lie, it's rude. You're a cop.
K: I'm not here to take you in.
Rick Deckard: Oh yeah? Then what?
K: I just have some questions.
Rick Deckard: What questions?
Gaff: He liked to work alone. So did I. So we worked together to keep it that way, and that was it.
Niander Wallace: [to Luv] You really are the best angel. Aren't you, Luv?
'K': I hope you don't mind me taking the liberty. I was careful not to drag in... any dirt.
Lieutenant Joshi: Am I the only one who can see the fucking sunrise here? This breaks the world, K!
Niander Wallace: [to Deckard] You do not know what pain is yet. You will learn.
K: I never figured you as one for bullshit!
Lieutenant Joshi: There is an order to things. That's what we do here. We keep order.
Niander Wallace: [from trailer] The key to the future is finally unearthed. Bring it to me.
Rick Deckard: Don't lie. It's rude.
Freysa: Oh, I was there. I saw a miracle delivered. A perfect little face, crying up at me, mad as thunder.
Luv: It is invigorating being asked personal questions. Makes one feel... desired.
K: [after being offered something to eat, which is probably garlic-flavoured maggots] No thanks, I prefer to keep an empty stomach, until the hardest part of the day is done.
K: [K has just returned home to his apartment] You were right. You were right about everything.
Mariette: [door opens behind K and Mariette enters] Thought you weren't interested working man.
Joi: You liked her I could tell. It's ok, she's real. I want to be real for you.
K: You are real for me.
Mariette: You have a special lady here.
Mariette: Ok, lets do it.
Title Card: Replicants are bioengineered humans, designed by Tyrell Corporation for use off-world. Their enhanced strength made them ideal slave labor.
Title Card: After a series of violent rebellions, their manufacture became prohibited and Tyrell Corp went bankrupt.
Title Card: The collapse of ecosystems in the mid 2020s led to the rise of industrialist Niander Wallace, whose mastery of synthetic farming averted famine.
Title Card: Wallace acquired the remains of Tyrell Corp and created a new line of replicants who obey.
Title Card: Many older model replicants - Nexus 8s with open-ended lifespans - survived. They are hunted down and 'retired'
Title Card: Those that hunt them still go by the name... Blade Runner.
Dr. Ana Stelline: Every memory has a piece of its artist.
Rick Deckard: Her eyes were green.
'K': [to Joi] I have to go. I'll come back.
Niander Wallace: That barren pasture. Empty, and salted. The dead space between the stars.
Niander Wallace: [He places his hand on the newborn Replicant's womb] Right here.
Niander Wallace: And this is the seed that we must change for Heaven.
[He slices her womb]
Niander Wallace: I cannot breed them. So help me, I have tried. We need more Replicants than can ever be assembled. Millions, so we can be trillions more. We could storm Eden and retake her.
Dr. Ana Stelline: They all think it's about more detail. But that's not how memory works. We recall with our feelings. Anything real should be a mess.
Niander Wallace: [to a new Replicant] The first thought one tends to fear, to preserve the clay. It's fascinating. Before we even know what we are, we fear to lose it. Happy Birthday.
Luv: [to K] Bad dog!
K: This isn't possible.
K: This ends... now.
Dr. Ana Stelline: If you have authentic memories you have... real human responses. Wouldn't you agree?
[Luv is directing a drone strike]
Luv: [speaking without emotion] Fire again. Fire again. Fire. Two hundred feet to the east. Fire. Go north.
[camera pans, revealing she is having her nails done while doing this]
Luv: Fire. Stop. Twenty degrees east. Stop. Zoom in. Closer.
Luv: [sees K is down, says to herself with emotion] Oh, come on. Get up. Do your fucking job. Find the child.
Joi: [to K] This is how.
K: [after a meeting with Wallace's replicant assistant, Luv] Thank Mr. Wallace for your time.
K: This is impossible.