The Terminator1984

Kyle:
The Terminator's an infiltration unit, part man, part machine. Underneath, it's a hyper-alloy combat chassis - micro processor-controlled, fully armored. Very tough. But outside, it's living human tissue - flesh, skin, hair, blood, grown for the cyborgs...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:
Look, I am not stupid, you know. They cannot make things like that yet!

Kyle:
Not yet, not for about 40 years.

Sarah:
[disbelieving] Are you saying it's from the future?

Kyle:
One possible future. From your point of view. I don't know tech stuff.

Sarah:
Then you're from the future too - is that right?

Kyle:
Right.

Sarah:
Right. [They struggle together and she bites his hand in her attempt to escape]

Kyle:
Cyborgs don't feel pain. I do. Don't do that again.

Sarah:
Just let me go!

Kyle:
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.