Niander Wallace: [to Deckard] You do not know what pain is yet. You will learn.
LAPD Cop: [to 'K'] Fuck off, skin job!
Niander Wallace: I can see it. As clear as dreaming. He loves her.
Luv: [to herself, while watching 'K' on a video feed] Oh... come on. Get up. Do your fucking job.
Niander Wallace: [to newborn Replicant] Shh. Happy birthday.
Rick Deckard: [to Wallace] I know what's real.
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.
Joi: I never figured you as one for bullshit!
Rick Deckard: Got a name?
'K': Officer KD6-3...
Rick Deckard: [interrupting] That's not a name. It's a serial number.
'K': All right. *Joe*
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.
Lieutenant Joshi: There is an order to things. That's what we do here. We keep order.
Niander Wallace: [to Luv] You really are the best angel. Aren't you, Luv?
Rick Deckard: Don't lie. It's rude.
[first lines]
'K': I hope you don't mind me taking the liberty. I was careful not to drag in... any dirt.
Luv: I see you're one of our clients. I hope you're satisfied with our product.
'K': She's very... realistic. Thank you.
Lieutenant Joshi: Am I the only one who can see the fucking sunrise here? This breaks the world, K!
Lt. Joshi: She was a replicant. Pregnant.
[pause]
Lt. Joshi: This breaks the world K. Do you know what that means?
Luv: It is invigorating being asked personal questions. Makes one feel... desired.
