Rick Deckard: Sometimes to love someone, you got to be a stranger.
Rick Deckard: I had your job once. I was good at it.
'K': Things were simpler then.
Rick Deckard: Why you makin' it complicated?
'K': Why don't you just answer the question?
Rick Deckard: What question?
'K': I didn't figure you as one for bullshit. What's her
name?
Rick Deckard: Rachael. Her name was Rachael.
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: Cells.
'K': Cells.
Interviewer: Have you ever been in an institution? Cells.
'K': Cells.
Interviewer: Do they keep you in a cell? Cells.
'K': Cells.
Interviewer: When you're not performing your duties do they keep you in a little box? Cells.
'K': Cells.
Interviewer: Interlinked.
'K': Interlinked.
Interviewer: What's it like to hold the hand of someone you love? Interlinked.
'K': Interlinked.
Interviewer: Did they teach you how to feel finger to finger? Interlinked.
'K': Interlinked.
Interviewer: Do you long for having your heart interlinked? Interlinked.
'K': Interlinked.
Interviewer: Do you dream about being interlinked?
'K': Interlinked.
Interviewer: What's it like to hold your child in your arms? Interlinked.
'K': Interlinked.
Interviewer: Do you feel that there's a part of you that's missing? Interlinked.
'K': 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.
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.
'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.