We’re looking for a Synth. We should be looking for a woman.
We don’t have much of a future, Sam. Not a nice one, anyway, because of what you are, because of what I am. We’re unique. And that doesn’t work very well here.
We are not a kind. We’re an experiment that failed.
It isn’t a question of less or more. Only what feels right.[to Hester]
Chips? That usually means the bad guys got away.