Deckard (narrating) - I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life - anybody's life ; my life. All he'd wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did i come from ? Where am i going ? How long have i got ? All i could do was sit there and watch him die.
Blade Runner
1982
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