Vision: You're afraid.

Ultron: Of you.

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

Ultron:
You were supposed to be the last.
Stark asked for a savior and settled for a slave.

Vision: I suppose we are 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.
But there is grace in their failures.
I think you've 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.