Vision: You're afraid.

Ultron: Of you?

Vision: Of death. You're the last one.

Ultron: You were supposed to be the last. Stark wanted a savior, but he settled for a slave.

Vision: Suppose we're both disappointments.

Ultron: I suppose we are.

Vision: Humans are odd. They think order and chaos are somehow opposites and try to control what won't be. But there is grace in their failings. I think you missed that.

Ultron: They're doomed!

Vision: Yes... but a thing isn't beautiful because it lasts. It's a privilege to be among them.

Ultron: You're unbearably naive.

Vision: Well... I was born yesterday.