Nora: You remember the Cabots and that affair with Emogene we helped out with?
Danse: Uhm, no. You took Nick and left me at home staring into the middle distance. After what we've been through you didn't have to sideline me like that.
Nora: Okay we are NOT going to dig into this ancient history right now, Danse.
Danse: Was it a social anxiety thing? Did... did I smell? I mean you only took one of us at a time.
Hancock: Some sad violin music coming from somewhere...
Danse: being a synth is terrible. my very body feels wrong and not my own. I was not the first consciousness in this and I might not be the last. I am a borrowed life on borrowed time. Most of my memories aren’t even my own and my entire identity is founded on lies
Curie, previously a robot: Ai am zo vairy glad to ‘avé ‘uman hands to feel le Home Depot “carpet samplés’!