Connor: We need to understand how androids become deviants. Do you know anything that could help us?
Kamski: All ideas are viruses that spread like epidemics... Is the desire to be free a contagious disease?
Hank: Listen, I didn't come here to talk philosophy. The machines you created may be planning a revolution. Either you can tell us something that'll be helpful, or we will be on our way.
Perkins: What's that?
Connor: My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife.
Perkins: Androids investigating androids, huh? You sure you want and android hanging around? After everything that happened... Whatever, the FBI will take over the investigation, you'll soon be off the case.
Hank: Pleasure meeting you. Have a nice day.
Perkins: And you watch your step. Don't f*ck up my crime scene.
Hank: What a f*ckin' prick!
Hank: What the f*ck are you doing here?
Connor: A homicide was reported 43 minutes ago. I couldn't find you at Jimmy's bar, so I came to see if you were at home.
Hank: Jesus, I must be the only cop in the world that gets assaulted in his own house by his own f*ckin' android... Can't you just leave me alone?
Connor: We believe that a mutation occurs in the software of some androids, which can lead to them emulating a human emotion.
Hank: In English, please.
Connor: They don't really feel emotions, they just get overwhelmed by irrational instructions, which can lead to unpredictable behavior.
Hank: Emotions always screw everything up... Maybe androids aren't as different from us as we thought.
Connor: Is there anything you'd like to know about me?
Hank: Hell, no... Well, yeah, um... Why did they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?
Connor: CyberLife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans. Both my appearance and voice were specifically designed to facilitate my integration.
Hank: Well, they f*cked up.