Connor: Why don't you ask us something? Something only the real Connor would know.
Hank: Uh, where did we first meet?
Fake Connor: Jimmy's bar! I checked four other bars before I found you. We went to the scene of a homicide. The victim's name was Carlos Ortiz.
Connor: He uploaded my memory...
Hank: What's my dog's name?
Connor: Sumo. His name is Sumo.
Fake Connor: I knew that too. I...
Hank: Hold it! (points a gun on Connors)
Fake Connor: Thanks, Hank. I don't know how I'd have managed without you... Get rid of him, we have no time to lose.
Connor: It's me, Hank! I'm the real Connor.
Hank: One of you is my partner... The other is a sack of sh*t. Question is, who is who?
Fake Connor: What are you doing, Hank? I'm the real Connor. Give me the gun and I'll take care of him!
Hank: Don't move!
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!