Niander Wallace: That barren pasture. Empty, and salted. The dead space between the stars. Niander Wallace: [He places his hand on the newborn Replicant's womb] Right here. Niander Wallace: And this is the seed that we must change for Heaven. [He slices her womb] Niander Wallace: I cannot breed them. So help me, I have tried. We need more Replicants than can ever be assembled. Millions, so we can be trillions more. We could storm Eden and retake her.|