Rick Deckard Quotes

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.

The report read "Routine retirement of a replicant." That didn't make me feel any better about shooting a woman in the back.

No, four! Two, two, four! And noodles.

Deckard. B26354.

Batty: Six! Seven! Go to Hell or go to Heaven!
Deckard: Go to Hell!
Batty: GOOD! THAT'S THE SPIRIT!

They don't advertise for killers in the newspaper. That was my profession. Ex-cop. Ex-blade runner. Ex-killer.

Sushi. That's what my ex-wife called me - cold fish.

Deckard: Leon!
Leon: How old am I?
Deckard: [after slugging Leon, to no effect] I dunno.
Leon: My birthday is April 10, 2017. How long do I live?
Deckard: Four years.
Leon: More than you! Painful to live in fear, isn't it?
Leon: Wake up! Time to die!

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.

I have had people walk out on me before, but not... when I was being so charming.

Gaff had been there, and let her live. Four years, he figured. He was wrong. Tyrell had told me Rachael was special. No termination date. I didn't know how long we had together... Who does?

Deckard: Enhance 224 to 176.
Deckard: Enhance. Stop.
Deckard: Move in. Stop.
Deckard: Pull out, track right. Stop.
Deckard: Center and pull back. Stop.
Deckard: Track 45 right. Stop. Center and stop.
Deckard: Enhance 34 to 36.
Deckard: Pan right or-and pull back. Stop.
Deckard: Enhance 34 to 46.
Deckard: Pull back. Wait a minute. Go right. Stop.
Deckard: Enhance 57 to 19. Track 45 left. Stop.
Deckard: Enhance 15 to 23.
Deckard: Gimme a hard copy right there.

That's no way to treat a friend.

Gaff had been there and let her live. 4 years he figured. He was wrong. Tyrell had told me Rachel was special. No termination date. I didn't know how long we had together. Who does?

I'm from the, uh, Confidential Committee on Moral Abuses.

No choice, huh?

We're in the clear. Running fast. North on the old Richter route passed the mountains. I told her about Batty on the roof dying, making every second count. I told her I loved her. She told me it was the happiest day of her life. She told me she loved me too. I figured I wouldn't get the headaches or the shakes anymore, not for a while. It was good enough for me, I hope it was good enough for her.

They call me The Blade Runner.