Sarah Connor: [narrating] If a machine, a terminator, can learn the value of human life, maybe we can too.

John Connor: Jesus, you were gonna kill that guy.
The Terminator: Of course, I'm a terminator.

Dr. Silberman: It won't work, Sarah. You're no killer, I don't believe you'd do it.
Sarah Connor: You're already dead, Silberman. Everybody dies. You know I believe it so don't fuck with me!

John Connor: Please insert your stolen card now.

T-1000: Get out.

[John calls his foster parents to warn them]
T-1000 impersonating Janelle: John, I've been so worried! If you hurry home we can have dinner together. I'm making beef stew.
John Connor: Something's wrong, she's NEVER this nice.

Sarah Connor: Hello, Doctor Silbermann. How's the knee?

John Connor: We got Skynet by the balls now, don't we?

John Connor: You know what you're doing?
The Terminator: I have detailed files on human anatomy.
Sarah Connor: Makes you a more efficient killer, right?
The Terminator: Correct.

Miles Dyson: Just let the boy go.
Sarah Connor: Shut up! Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! It's all your fault! Motherfucker, it's all your fault!
Miles Dyson: What?

Tim: Your foster parents are kinda DICKS, huh?

Sarah Connor: You're the one livin' in a fuckin' dream, Silberman! 'Cause I know when it happens! It happens!

Sarah Connor: 3 billion human lives ended on August 29th, 1997. The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgment Day. They lived only to face a new nightmare: the war against the machines. The computer which controlled the machines, Skynet, sent two Terminators back through time. Their mission: to destroy the leader of the human resistance, John Connor, my son. The first Terminator was sent to strike at me in the year 1984. It failed. The second was set to strike at John himself when he was still a child. As before, the resistance was able to send a lone warrior, a protector for John. It was just a question of which one of them would reach him first.

[The Terminator hoists a huge gun and smiles.]
John Connor: It's definitely you.

The Terminator: The Skynet Funding Bill is passed. The system goes on-line August 4th, 1997. Human decisions are removed from strategic defense. Skynet begins to learn at a geometric rate. It becomes self-aware at 2:14 a.m. Eastern time, August 29th. In a panic, they try to pull the plug.
Sarah Connor: And Skynet fights back.

Sarah Connor: [narrating] Dyson listened while the Terminator laid it all down: Skynet, Judgment Day, the history of things to come. It's not everyday you hear that you're responsible for 3 billion deaths. He took it pretty well.
Miles Dyson: I feel like I'm gonna throw up.

Sarah Connor: How are you supposed to know? Fucking men like you built the hydrogen bomb. Men like you thought it up. You think you're so creative. You don't know what it's like to really create something; to create a life; to feel it growing inside you. All you know how to create is death...
John Connor: Mom.
Sarah Connor: ...and destruction...
John Connor: Mom! We need to be a little more constructive here, okay?

John Connor: No, no, no, no. You gotta listen to the way people talk. You don't say "affirmative," or some shit like that. You say "no problemo." And if someone comes on to you with an attitude you say "eat me." And if you want to shine them on it's "hasta la vista, baby."
The Terminator: Hasta la vista, baby.
John Connor: Yeah! Or "later dickwad." And if someone gets upset you say, "chill out"! Or you can do combinations.
The Terminator: Chill out, dickwad.
John Connor: Great! See, you're getting it!
The Terminator: No problemo.

The Terminator: It's in your nature to destroy yourselves.

[One-armed and battered after confronting the T-1000.]
The Terminator: I need a vacation.

John Connor: I need a minute here. Your telling me that this thing can imitate anything it touches?
The Terminator: Anything it samples by physical contact.
John Connor: Get real, like it could disguise itself as a pack of cigarettes?
The Terminator: No, only an object of equal size.
John Connor: Why doesnt it become a bomb or something to get me?
The Terminator: It cant form complex machines, guns and explosives have chemicals, moving parts, it doesn't work that way, but it can form solid metal shapes.
John Connor: Like what?
The Terminator: Knives and stabbing weapons.

[Dyson's personal code fails to access the computer room.]
The Terminator: Let me try mine.
[Blasts door open.]

[John Connor wants to get some things from home.]
The Terminator: Negative. The T1000 will defintely try to reacquire you there.
John Connor: You sure?
The Terminator: I would.

The Terminator: Why do you cry?
John Connor: You mean people?
The Terminator: Yes.
John Connor: I dont' know. We just cry. You know, when it hurts.
The Terminator: Pain causes it?
John Connor: No, it's when there's nothing wrong with you, but you cry anyway. You get it?
The Terminator: No.

[On the phone to John Connor's foster mom.]
The Terminator: What's the dog's name?
John Connor: Max.
The Terminator: [in John's voice] Hey Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking? Is he alright?
Janelle Voight: Wolfie's fine, honey. Wolfie's just fine. Where are you?
The Terminator: [hangs up] Your foster parents are dead.

John Connor: You just can't go around killing people.
The Terminator: Why?
John Connor: What do you mean why? 'Cause you can't.
The Terminator: Why?
John Connor: Because you just can't, OK? Trust me on this.

John Connor: We've got company.
Miles Dyson: Police?
Sarah Connor: How many?
John Connor: Uh, all of them, I think.

The Terminator: I need your clothes, boots and your motorcycle!
Cigar Biker: You forgot to say please...

Dr. Silberman: I'm sure it feels very real to you.
Sarah Connor: On August 29th, 1997, it's gonna feel pretty fucking real to you too. Anybody not wearing 2 million sunblock is gonna have a real bad day. Get it?

John Connor: [to The Terminator] Now don't take this the wrong way, but you're a terminator, right?

John Connor: You're not here to kill me - I figured out that for myself. So what's the deal?
The Terminator: My mission is to protect you.
John Connor: Yeah? Who sent you?
The Terminator: You did. 35 years from now you reprogrammed me to be your protector here - in this time.
John Connor: This is deep...

[John Connor is by a telephone booth, wanting to call home]
John Connor: [to Terminator] You got a quarter?

John Connor: Did you call *moi* a dipshit?

[Lewis, the Guard buys a cup of coffee, just before he is introduced to the T-1000 (As Lewis)]
Lewis, the Guard: Hey, I got a full house!
Gwen: That's good Lewis.
Lewis, the Guard: Must be my lucky day...

[The Terminator has promised not to kill anybody, but to get into the hospital he shoots the guard in the legs]
The Terminator: He'll live.

Dr. Silberman: You broke my arm!
Sarah Connor: There's 215 bones in the human body. That's one.

The Terminator: Come with me if you want to live!

Sarah Connor: [to The Terminator] So, what's your story?

The Terminator: Stay here, I'll be back!

T-1000: Say... That's a nice bike...

The Terminator: Hasta la vista, baby!

The Terminator: I know now why you cry. But it's something I can never do.