Terminator

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 yet.

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 stuff.

Sarah Connor:
Then you're saying 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 f***ing 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 memorized every line, every curve. I came across time for you Sarah. I love you; I always have.

Sarah Connor:
Reese. Why me? Why's 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 machine, 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 microsecond: extermination.

Sarah Connor:
Did you see this war?

Kyle Reese:
No. I grew up after. In the ruins... starving... hiding from H-K's.

Sarah Connor:
H-K's?

Kyle Reese:
Hunter-Killers: patrol machines built in automated factories. Most of us were rounded up, put in camps for orderly disposal.

Kyle Reese:
This is burned in by laser scan. Some 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 wire of the camps, to smash those metal motherf***ers into junk. He turned it around. He brought us back from the brink. His name is Connor. John Connor. Your son, Sarah, your unborn son.

Punk Leader:
Nice night for a walk, eh?

The Terminator:
Nice night for a walk.

Punk:
Wash day tomorrow? 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:
F*** you, a**hole!

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.

The Terminator:
The .45 Long Slide, with laser sighting.

Pawn Shop Clerk:
These are brand new; we just got them 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.

Pawn Shop Clerk:
You can't do that.

The Terminator:
Wrong.

Kyle Reese:
Come with me if you want to live.

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.

Cleaning Man at Flophouse:
(knocks on door to Terminator's room) Hey, buddy. You got a dead cat in there, or what?

(terminator turns his head to face the door, his vision showing a dialogue tree with "Yes/No", "Or what?", "Go away", "Please come back later", "F*** you, a**hole", and "F*** you" as possible responses. The Terminator chooses "F*** you, a**hole")

The Terminator:
F*** you, a**hole.

Sarah Connor:
You're terminated, f***er.

Lieutenant Traxler:
Well, how do I look?

Detective Vukovich:
Like sh*t, boss.

Lieutenant Traxler:
Yo' mama.

Derelict in Alley:
That son of a b*tch took my pants.

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:
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 wouldn't feel it for hours.

Dr. Silberman:
Why didn't you bring any weapons, something more advanced? Don't you have, uh, ray guns? Show me a piece of future technology.

Kyle Reese:
You go naked. Something about the field generated by a living organism. Nothing dead will go.

Dr. Silberman:
Why?

Kyle Reese:
I didn't build the f***ing thing!

Dr. Silberman:
Okay, okay. But this cyborg, if it's metal...

Kyle Reese:
Surrounded by living tissue.

Sarah Connor:
Tell me about my son.

Kyle Reese:
He's about my height. He has your eyes.

Sarah Connor:
What's he like?

Kyle Reese:
You trust him. He's got a strength. I'd die for John Connor.

Sarah Connor:
Well... at least now I know what to name him. I don't suppose you know who the father is, so I won't tell him to get lost when I meet him?

Kyle Reese:
John never said much about him. I know he dies before the war.

Sarah Connor:
Wait. I don't want to know.

Sarah Connor:
What's it like when you go through time?

Kyle Reese:
White light. Pain. It's like being born, maybe.

Sarah Connor:
So Reese is crazy?

Dr. Silberman:
In technical terminology: he's a loon.

Nancy:
Look at it this way: in a hundred years, who's gonna care?

Dr. Silberman:
So why go through all this trouble with time travel? Why not just kill Connor in the future?

Kyle Reese:
It had no choice. Skynet's defense grid was smashed. We'd won. Taking out Connor then would have made no difference.

Biker at Phone Booth:
Hey, man, you've got a serious attitude problem.

Derelict in Alley:
Hey, buddy, did you just see a real bright light?

Lieutenant Traxler:
I can hear it now. He's going to be called the god-damned phonebook killer.

Kyle Reese:
What day is it? The date!

Cop in Alley:
12th - May - Thursday

Kyle Reese:
WHAT YEAR?

Truck Driver:
What the hell? Goddamn son of a b*tch...

Get out!