No emotion?

The hardboiled press agent.

You're emotional about him. That has nothing to do with it.

It has no sentimentalists, no moralists, no individualists.

Those machines have no place for empathy.

But, Miles... there's no emotion.

A little too clinical, I think.

There's not a spark of sentiment, or romance or human kindness in your whole body.

Have you ever really left her?

A man without human feeling or human mercy.

Tom doesn't share Mary's enthusiasm.

You have no feelings for people. You only care for Marty.

The way it is, you see sometimes you just have a feeling for a child or else you don't.

They're willing to invest in a relationship that may or may not work out.

Then you have no feelings, only the instinct to survive.

This world had no place in my affections.

Perhaps you have no sentiment left for me. Look at this.

There's no room for emotion in your void. And you lack common decency.

No opinion at all. Not even a hunch?

Have you no feelings at all?

Perhaps we feel that many of our relationships have not had closure.

They had no pain, suffered none of the infections.

It felt like nothing. It has to feel like nothing.

You never believed in me, anyway, so what's the difference?

I was empty. No fear, no regrets or expectations.

No, nothing.

I'm not ignorant of passion, but I've never had such a feeling for a man before.

She accepts, since her present condition doesn't frighten you.

Had a lot of feeling.

No color relations. Sense of space.

Because I was afraid of hurting his feelings, I didn't tell him the complete truth.

This one doesn't have the video in it, but you get a little feel from what it can do.

I am an emotional, I am an emotional, incondotional, devotional creature.

He was disappointed that things didn't turn out as he'd hoped.

These sex dramas don't appeal to me. What won?

This emotional inequality is reflected particularly by the time taken to accept and deal emotionally with the divorce, and therefore has little to do with gender.

And all the collective minds in this room, I dare say, can never find a solution for scan xiety.

But how we felt about each other. Well, there was nothing very unusual in that.

The words, gesture, the tone of voice... everything else is the same, but not the feeling.

And those who didn't die lived often very tethered to the ground, could not experience pleasure, could not trust, because when you're vigilant, worried, anxious, and insecure, you can't lift your head to go and take off in space and be playful and safe and imaginative.

Nothing will ever happen to me anymore.

You have no sense of humor!

Feeling any better?

Don't you think I have a sense of honor?

You're immoral.