Rachael: [to Deckard] Did you miss me?
Niander Wallace: It was very clever to keep yourself empty of information, and all it cost you was everything.
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.
Joi: I always knew you were special. Maybe this is how. A child. Of woman born. Pushed into the world. Wanted. Loved.
Luv: You tiny thing. In the face of the fabulous new your only thought is to kill it? For fear of great change? You can't hold the tide with a broom.
Lieutenant Joshi: Except that I did.
Luv: [yells] *Where is he?* You're so sure. Because he told you. Because we never lie. I'm going to tell Mr Wallace you tried to shoot me first. So
I had to kill you.
Lieutenant Joshi: [remains defiant, her last words:] Just do what it is you came here for.
[Luv proceeds to stab her to death]
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?