- Sam Treadwell: There was tenderness. A dreamlike quality about her. There was romance.
- E. Johnson: Romance?
- Sam Treadwell: Yeah, romance!
- E. Johnson: With a robot! I mean, we are talking about a robot, aren't we?
- Slim: You got to face it Sam, this is 2017. Even the best tracker couldn't find a Cherry in these parts.
- Sam Treadwell: Well, what am I going to do, Slim? It's a Cherry or nothing!
- Six Fingered Jake: You gonna tell me what you and Speed are doin' out here?
- E. Johnson: Just goin' into the yard to get one of those sex robots for Sam. His other one broke down from overexertion, it sounds like.
- Sam Treadwell: It wasn't like that!
- E. Johnson: It wasn't? "Are you all right? Here, lay your head here. Ah, is that your hand?"
- Sam Treadwell: We talked! I could talk to her.
- E. Johnson: Yeah, right. "Faster. Ah, faster!"
- Sam Treadwell: You could never understand with that tiny Neanderthal brain of yours.
- E. Johnson: At least I have a brain!
- E. Johnson: Now, what is it you want?
- [Sam reaches in his jacket, Johnson pulls out a her gun]
- E. Johnson: Not so fast.
- [Sam pulls out a photograph]
- Sam Treadwell: She's a Cherry 2000. I want you to go into Zone 7 and get me one just like her.
- E. Johnson: This isn't a dating service.
- Female Gang Member: Ginger, what are we going to do now?
- Ginger: You guys want some sandwiches?
- Male Gang Member: Lester's dead.
- [points to Lester's hanging body]
- Ginger: Well, no sandwiches for him.
- [walks over and sits down by Cherry 2000, opens thermos, hands Cherry 2000 a sandwich]
- Cherry 2000: [opens sandwich] Pretty.
- Lester: [to Randa just before he shoots her in the head - offscreen] You need to work on your personality.
- Slim: You and I, we both know. Each one of these honeys is special - in her own special magic, in her own special way.
- Slim: Bingo, Sam! I heard of a tracker who'll go into Zone 7. Get you a Cherry, same make, right down to the year and model number, right down to the eyelashes. You stick in her memory chip and you got your girl back, exactly the way you had her before. Now, there's a tracker bar out of Glory Hole. Drive out there, find yourself a tracker named Johnson.
- Stacy: Yeah, Zone 7's a tough place. You should see the way they carry on out there! People staying up all night, playing Twister, revertin' to their animal natures.
- E. Johnson: [looking at a map] The robot graveyard is over here. I figure eight hours of driving will get us into the yard about four in the morning. It gives you about 15 minutes to find your doll.
- Sam Treadwell: 15 minutes?
- E. Johnson: At the most. There'll be sirens screaming, patrols everywhere, dogs, you name it, the whole shootin' match.
- Cherry 2000: I love you Sam. I'm so lucky to be with you. Kiss me. Ah, that's nice. What do you want me to do? Okay, move closer. Mmm, yes! That feels good. Yes. Yes. Here, faster. Faster! Oh, is that your hand? Let me help you with that. Ah, I like that. Move faster, faster, faster. Yes!
- Sam Treadwell: You lied to me. You say a lot of things about Cherry; but, she never lied.
- E. Johnson: Yeah? Well, I'm not a fucking machine!
- Sam Treadwell: [about Lester] The man is a psychopathic killer.
- Ginger: Don't impose your values on me, Sam.
- E. Johnson: Her eyes are red dots.
- Sam Treadwell: That's from the flash. That's where the red comes from. If I took a picture of you, the same thing would happen.
- E. Johnson: Why would you want to take a picture of me?
- Sam Treadwell: I said, "if". "If".
- Six Fingered Jake: You're a dreamer. You got something you believe in - and that's a rare thing these days. But, there's a lot more to love than hot wiring.
- Sam Treadwell: Look at yourself. You're a mess!
- E. Johnson: Well, we can't all be glamorpusses, 24-hours a day!
- Snappy Tom: Yeah, well, Randa here is gonna fix us some lunch, ain'tcha, Randa?
- Randa: No.
- Snappy Tom: Well, then you can just go shit in your hat!
- Jack: I wish you wouldn't say them dirty words, Snappy.
- Cherry 2000: [her attempt at robot humor] I learned something today, too. What do these have in common: lightning rods, fig newtons, escalators, ballpoint pens and Vaseline?
- Sam Treadwell: Vaseline? Hmm. I don't know. I give up.
- Cherry 2000: [the punch line] They were all invented by Americans.
- Sam Treadwell: [at the run-down Glory Hole Hotel; he rings the bell] I'd like a room for the night. The name's Treadwell.
- Glory Hole Clerk: [brusquely] That'll be buck-50 for the night. We run clean place. We like things quiet. The rule is: you can't bring robot in after 11:00. Alright? We got big selection of Winifreds and Janes and Marilyns. So you don't have to go draggin' no robot in here.
- Sam Treadwell: Have you got any Cherrys?
- Glory Hole Clerk: [snaps at him] Cherrys? Where you come from?
- Six Fingered Jake: Sometimes I feel like I know the whole story. And other times, I feel like it's completely out of control.