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 40 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 from the future, too. Is that right?
Kyle Reese: Right.
Sarah Connor: Right.
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.
Detective Vukovich: [chuckling] Ray guns?
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 fucking thing!
Dr. Silberman: Okay, okay. But this cyborg, if it's metal...
Kyle Reese: Surrounded by living tissue!
Dr. Silberman: Oh, right, right.
Dr. Silberman: [He shuts off the VCR screen on which the police and Sarah have been watching the interview] This is great stuff. I could make a career out of this guy! You see how clever his part is? How it doesn't require a shred of proof? Most paranoid delusions are intricate, but this is brilliant!
Dr. Silberman: Why were the other two women killed?
Kyle Reese: Most of the records were lost in the war. Skynet knew almost nothing about Connor's mother. Her full name, where she lived. They just knew the city. The Terminator was just being systematic.
Dr. Silberman: Uh-huh. Well, let's go back to what I was...
Kyle Reese: [interrupts] Look! You have heard enough! I have answered your questions! Now, I have to see Sarah Connor!
Dr. Silberman: I'm afraid that's not up to me.
Kyle Reese: Then why am I talking to you? Who is in authority here?
Dr. Silberman: Please, I...
Kyle Reese: [interrupts again] Shut up!
[He looks into the camera]
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 fuckin' 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 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 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.
[Pulls up his right sleeve, exposing a mark]
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 motherfuckers 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.
[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 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: 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.
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. Silberman: 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'm a friend of Sarah Connor. I was told she was here. Could I see her please?
Desk Sergeant: No, you can't see her she's making a statement.
The Terminator: Where is she?
Desk Sergeant: It may take a while. Want to wait? There's a bench over there.
[points to bench]
The Terminator: [looks around, examining the structural integrity of the room, then looks back at him] I'll be back!
Cleaning Man at Flophouse: [Damaged skin on the Terminator is rotting from gangrene] Hey, buddy. You got a dead cat in there, or what?
[the Terminator visualizes: 'POSSIBLE RESPONSE: YES/NO; OR WHAT?; GO AWAY; PLEASE COME BACK LATER; FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE; FUCK YOU']
The Terminator: Fuck you, asshole.
Sarah Connor: You're terminated, fucker.
Detective Vukovich: I hate these press cases, especially the weird press cases. Where you going?
Lieutenant Traxler: To make a statement. Maybe make these jackals work for us. If I can get on the tube by 11:00, maybe she'll call us. Well, how do I look?
Detective Vukovich: Like shit, boss.
Lieutenant Traxler: Yo momma.
Derelict in Alley: That son of a bitch 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: 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. Look Reese, I didn't ask for this honor and I don't WANT IT, ANY OF IT!
Kyle Reese: [to the terminator] Come on mother fucker.
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.
Nancy: Look at it this way: in a hundred years, who's gonna care?
The Terminator: [to the passenger in the semi truck] Get out.
Dr. Silberman: Why this elaborate scheme with the Terminator?
Kyle Reese: It had no choice. Their defense grid was smashed. We'd won. Taking out Connor then would make no difference. Skynet had to wipe out his entire existence!
Biker at Phone Booth: Hey, man, you've got a serious attitude problem.
[Reese has just traveled back in time and appears in an alley]
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: [quoting her unborn son] Thank you, Sarah, for your courage through the dark years. I can't help you with what you must soon face, except to say that the future is not set. You must be stronger than you imagine you can be. You must survive, or I will never exist.
Kyle Reese: What day is it? The date!
Cop in Alley: 12th... May... Thursday...
Kyle Reese: WHAT YEAR?
Sarah Connor: What did he just say?
Gas Station Attendant: He said there's a storm coming in.
Sarah Connor: [sighs] I know.
[the garbage truck's engine stops]
Truck Driver: What the hell? Goddamn son of a bitch...
Sarah Connor: The hardest thing is deciding what I should tell you and what not to. Well, anyway, I've got a while yet before you're old enough to understand the tapes. They're more for me at this point... to help get it all straight. Should I tell you about your father? That's a tough one. Will it change your decision to send him here... knowing? But if you don't send Kyle, you could never be. God, you can go crazy thinking about all this... I suppose I'll tell you... I owe him that. And maybe it'll be enough if you know that in the few hours we had together we loved a lifetime's worth.
Detective Vukovich: That guy Silberman cracks me up. Last week he had this guy in here that burned his Afghan. He screwed it first and then he set it on fir...
Lieutenant Traxler: Hey, shut up.
Sarah Connor: [answers Phone] Hello?
Matt: First I'm gonna rip the buttons off your blouse one by one, then run my tongue down your neck to your bare, gleaming breasts. And then slowly... slowly pull your jeans off inch by inch.
Sarah Connor: [Sarah starts laughing and covers the receiver with her hand] Ginger, it's Matt.
Matt: And lick your belly in circles further and further down, and then pull your panties off with my teeth.
Sarah Connor: [in a serious tone] Who *is* this?
Matt: God. Sarah? Jesus. I'm Sorry. I thought you were... Can I talk to Ginger please?
Sarah Connor: Sure, Bunky.
Ginger Ventura: [takes phone from Sarah] Hello?
Matt: First I'm gonna rip the buttons off your blouse one by one...
[opening title card]
Title card: The machines rose from the ashes of the nuclear fire. Their war to exterminate mankind had raged for decades, but the final battle would not be fought in the future. It would be fought here, in our present. Tonight...
Sarah Connor: [checks the grocery bags Kyle has brought back to the hotel room] What've we got? Moth balls, corn syrup, ammonia. What's for dinner?
Kyle Reese: Plastique.
Sarah Connor: That sounds good. What is it?
Kyle Reese: Nitroglycerine-base; it's a bit more stable. I learned to make it when I was a kid.
Sarah Connor: Kyle, the women in your time, what are they like?
Kyle Reese: Good fighters.
Sarah Connor: That's not what I meant. Was there someone special?
Kyle Reese: Someone?
Sarah Connor: A girl, you know.
Kyle Reese: No. Never.
Sarah Connor: Never? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Kyle Reese: I'm Reese. Sergeant Tech-Com, DN38416. Assigned to protect you. You've been targeted for termination.
The Terminator: [picking up guns] The 12-gauge auto-loader.
Pawn Shop Clerk: That's Italian. You can go pump or auto.
[Hands the Terminator the pump action shotgun]
The Terminator: The .45 long slide, with laser sighting.
Pawn Shop Clerk: [Hands the Terminator a .45 gun] 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 40-watt range.
Pawn Shop Clerk: Hey, just what you see, pal!
The Terminator: [Looks around] The Uzi nine millimeter.
Pawn Shop Clerk: You know your weapons, buddy. Any one of these is ideal for home defense. So uh, which will it be?
The Terminator: [Pointing the 12-gage shotgun towards the door] All.
Pawn Shop Clerk: I may close early today. There's a 15-day wait on the hand guns but the rifles you can take right now.
[Takes out forms]
Pawn Shop Clerk: And you have to fill these out too.
[Sees the terminator load his 12-gage shotgun]
Pawn Shop Clerk: You can't do that.
The Terminator: Wrong!
[the Termiator shoots the clerk]
Ginger Ventura: That bum. So what if he has a Porsche? He can't treat ya like this. It's Friday night, for Christ's sake.
Sarah Connor: Guard it for me, big buns.
The Terminator: [in the voice of the police officer] This is 1-L19. Westbound on Olympic approaching Overland.
Kyle Reese: He's not a man - a machine. A Terminator. A Cyberdyne Systems Model 101.
Sarah Connor: A machine? Like a robot?
Kyle Reese: Not a robot. A cyborg. A cybernetic organism.
Lieutenant Traxler: Sarah,
[shows a bullet-proof vest]
Lieutenant Traxler: This is what they call body armor. Our tac guys wear these. It can stop a 12-gauge round. This other individual must have been wearing one under his coat. Feel that. Go ahead.
Sarah Connor: [She is handed the vest and she feels it] What about when he punched through the wind shield?
Detective Vukovich: He was probably on PCP. Broke every bone in his hand and wouldn't feel it for hours. There was this guy once, you see this scar?
[Traxler interrupts him by handing him back the vest]
Kyle Reese: I came across time for you, Sarah. I love you. I always have.
Sarah Connor: You're a doctor?
Dr. Silberman: [Yawning] Criminal psychologist.
Sarah Connor: Is Reese crazy?
Dr. Silberman: Well, that's what we're gonna find out.
[Clicks his pen]
Detective Vukovich: [Traxler comes into the office, spits his gum on the floor, and lights a cigarette while picking up a cup of coffee] That coffee's two hours cold.
Lieutenant Traxler: [drinking the coffee] Mm-hmm.
Detective Vukovich: I put a cigarette in it.
Lieutenant Traxler: [puts down the coffee] Did you reach the next girl yet?
Detective Vukovich: No, I keep getting an answering machine.
Lieutenant Traxler: Send a unit.
Detective Vukovich: I sent a unit. There's no answer to the door, and the apartment appears empty.
Lieutenant Traxler: Call her.
Detective Vukovich: I just called her!
Lieutenant Traxler: Call her again!
[forgetting about the cigarette in his left hand]
Lieutenant Traxler: Give me a cigarette.
Kyle Reese: All right, listen. The Terminator's an infiltration unit: part man, part machine. Underneath, it's a hyper-alloy combat chassis, microprocessor-controlled. Fully armored; very tough. But outside, it's living human tissue: flesh, skin, hair, blood - grown for the cyborgs.
Sarah Connor: Look, Reese, I don't know what you want from...
Kyle Reese: Pay attention!
Mexican Boy: There's a storm coming.
Punk: [dying] Punk... is... dead.