Lieutenant Traxler: How do I look?
Detective Vukovich: Like shit, boss.
Lieutenant Traxler: Yo' mama.
Derelict in Alley: That son of a bitch stole my clothes!
Sarah Connor: Reese... why me? Why does it want me?
Kyle Reese: There was a nuclear war. A few years from now. All this. This whole
place everything. It's gone. Just gone. There were survivors. Here. There.
Nobody even knew who started it. It was the machines, Sarah
Sarah Connor: I don't understand.
Reese: Defense network computers. New... powerful... hooked into everything.
Trusted to run it all. They say it got smart. A new order of intelligence. Then
it saw all people as a threat not just the ones on the other side. Decided our
fate in a millisecond: extermination.
Sarah Connor: Did you see this war?
Kyle Reese: No, I grew up after. In the ruin. Starving... hiding from H-Ks.
Sarah Connor: H-Ks?
Kyle Reese: Hunter-Killers Patrol machines built in automated factories. Most of
us were rounded up put in camps for orderly disposal and branded by laser
scanner. Most of us were kept alive to work loading bodies. The disposal units
ran night and day. We were that close to going out forever. But there was one
man who taught us to fight to storm the wires of the camps to smash those metal
mother fuckers into junk. He turned it around he brought us back from the brink.
His name was Connor. John Connor. Your son, Sarah. Your unborn son!!
Matt: Don't make me bust you up, man!
Sarah Connor: Are you sure you have the right person?
Kyle Reese: I'm sure!
Sarah Connor: Oh come on! Do I look like the mother of the future? I mean, am I
tough, organized? I CAN'T EVEN BALANCE MY CHECKBOOK!!
Sarah Connor: What about when he punched through the windshield?
Detective Vukovich: He was probably on PCP. Broke every bone in his hand and he
wouldn't feel it for hours.
Kyle Reese: The 600 series had rubber skin. We spotted them easy. But these
are new. They look human. Sweat, bad breath, everything. Very hard to spot. I
had to wait till he moved on you before I could zero him.
Sarah Connor: Look, I am not stupid, you know. They cannot make things like that
Kyle Reese: Not yet. Not for about forty years.
Sarah Connor: Are you saying it's from the future?
Kyle Reese: One possible future. From your point of view; I don't know tech
Sarah Connor: Then you're from the future too, is that right?
Kyle Reese: Right.
Sarah Connor: Right.
Kyle Reese: You still don't get it, do you? He'll find her. That's what he does!
That's all he does! You can't stop him! He'll wade through you, reach down her
throat, and pull her fucking heart out!
Kyle Reese: Pain can be controlled, you just disconnect it.
Kyle Reese: John Connor gave me a picture of you once. I didn't know why at the
time. It was very old, torn, faded. You were young like you are now. You seemed
just a little sad. I used to always wonder what you were thinking at that
moment. I memorised every line, every curve. I came across time for you Sarah, I
love you, I always have.
The Terminator: Your clothes, give them to me.
[The Terminator arrives naked and encounters some punks]
Punk Leader: Nice night for a walk, eh?
The Terminator: Nice night for a walk.
Punk: Wash day, nothing clean, right?
The Terminator: Nothing clean, right.
Punk Leader: Hey, I think this guy's a couple cans short of a six-pack.
The Terminator: Your clothes, give them to me now.
Punk Leader: Fuck you, asshole!
Kyle Reese: Listen! And understand! That terminator is out there. It can't be
bargained with! It can't be reasoned with! It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or
fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead!
[At a gun store.]
The Terminator: The .45 Long Slide, with laser sighting.
Pawn Shop Clerk: These are brand new; we just got these in. That's a good gun.
Just touch the trigger, the beam comes on and you put the red dot where you want
the bullet to go. You can't miss. Anything else?
The Terminator: Phased-plasma rifle in the forty watt range.
Pawn Shop Clerk: Hey, just what you see, pal.
[The Terminator is loading a rifle in the shop]
Pawn Shop Clerk: You can't do that!
The Terminator: [shooting him] Wrong!
[Also in _Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1990)_ ]
Kyle Reese: Come with me if you want to live!
[after Sarah tries to escape and bites Reese's hand]
Kyle Reese: Cyborgs don't feel pain. I do. Don't do that again.
Dr. Silbermann: Well, how are you supposed to get back?
Kyle Reese: I can't. Nobody goes home. Nobody else comes through. It's just him
- and me.
The Terminator: I'll be back!
Superintendent: Hey, buddy, you got a dead cat in there or what?
[The Terminator visualizes: POSSIBLE RESPONSE - YES/NO / OR WHAT? / PLEASE COME
BACK LATER / FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE / FUCK YOU.]
The Terminator: Fuck you, asshole.
Sarah Connor: You're terminated, fucker.