Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991)
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 but 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: I know now why you cry. But it's something I can never do.
The Terminator: Why do you cry?
John Connor: You mean people?
The Terminator: Yes.
John Connor: I don't 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 hurt anyway. You get it?
The Terminator: No.
John Connor: The whole thing goes: The future's not set. There's no fate but what we make for ourselves.
Sarah Connor: [voiceover] Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The terminator, would never stop. It would never leave him, and it would never hurt him, never shout at him, or get drunk and hit him, or say it was too busy to spend time with him. It would always be there. And it would die, to protect him. Of all the would-be fathers who came and went over the years, this thing, this machine, was the only one who measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.
John Connor: Todd and Janelle are dicks, but I've gotta warn them. Got a quarter?
[the Terminator bashes into the coin bin and hands John a quarter]
T-1000 impersonating Janelle: [answers the phone] Hello?
John Connor: Hey, Janelle, it's me.
T-1000 impersonating Janelle: John? John, it's getting late, I want to have dinner with you, I'm making beef stew.
John Connor: [holds the phone] Something's wrong, she's never this nice.
T-1000 impersonating Janelle: John, I'm getting worried about you. Where are you?
Todd Voight: [hearing Max barking outside] What the hell is that goddamn dog barking at?
[shouting to Max]
Todd Voight: Hey, shut-up you worthless piece of shit!
John Connor: [to himself] I can hear the dog barking. Maybe it's already over there.
Todd Voight: We should tell John to get rid of that fucking mutt.
T-1000 impersonating Janelle: [uses her arm to kill Todd] John, where are you?
The Terminator: [takes the phone from John and impersonates his voice to talk] I'm here, Janelle. I'm fine.
T-1000 impersonating Janelle: John, it's late, where are you?
The Terminator: [to John; normal voice] What's the dog's name?
John Connor: Max.
The Terminator: [impersonating John's voice] Hey Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking. Is he all right?
T-1000 impersonating Janelle: Wolfie's fine, honey. Wolfie's just fine. Where are you?
The Terminator: [hangs up the phone] Your foster parents are dead. Let's go.
The Terminator: I need your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle.
Cigar Biker: You forgot to say please...
John Connor: [holds up robot arm] Will this melt in the lava?
The Terminator: Yes, Throw it in.
John Connor: Adios!
[John Hurls the arm into the steel]
The Terminator: And the chip.
Sarah Connor: [in relief] It's over.
The Terminator: No. There is one more chip.
[points to head where chip is located]
The Terminator: and it must be destroyed, also.
John Connor: No! You can't go! You can't go! No, stay with us it will be okay.
The Terminator: It has to end here.
John Connor: I order you not to go. I order you not to go, I ORDER YOU NOT TO GO!
[John starts to cry]
The Terminator: I know now why you cry,
[Terminator wipes John's tear]
The Terminator: but it is something I can never do.
[Gives elevator controls to Sarah]
The Terminator: Here. I cannot self-terminate. You must lower me into the steel.
[Sarah lowers him into steel]
The Terminator: Good-bye.
Sarah Connor: [narrating] Three 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 programmed to strike at me in the year 1984, before John was born. 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.
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?
[One-armed and battered after confronting the T-1000]
The Terminator: I need a vacation.
Sarah Connor: [narrating] The unknown future rolls toward us. I face it, for the first time, with a sense of hope. Because if a machine, a Terminator, can learn the value of human life, maybe we can too.
John Connor: So this other guy: he's a Terminator like you, right?
The Terminator: Not like me. A T-1000, advanced prototype.
John Connor: You mean more advanced than you are?
The Terminator: Yes. A mimetic poly-alloy.
John Connor: What the hell does that mean?
The Terminator: Liquid metal.
[the Terminator hoists a huge gun and lopsidedly 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: Skynet fights back.
The Terminator: Yes. It launches its missiles against the targets in Russia.
John Connor: Why attack Russia? Aren't they our friends now?
The Terminator: Because Skynet knows the Russian counter-attack will eliminate its enemies over here.
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: Can you learn stuff you haven't been programmed with so you could be... you know, more human? And not such a dork all the time?
The Terminator: My CPU is a neural net processor; a learning computer. But Skynet pre-sets the switch to read-only when we're sent out alone.
Sarah Connor: Doesn't want you doing too much thinking, huh?
The Terminator: No.
John Connor: Does it hurt when you get shot?
The Terminator: I sense injuries. The data could be called "pain."
[from Extended Special Edition ending]
Sarah Connor: [speaks into her recorder] August 29, 1997, came and went. Nothing much happened. Michael Jackson turned 40. There was no Judgment Day. People went to work as they always do. Laughed, complained, watched TV, made love. I wanted to run to through the street yelling to grab them all and say, "Every day from this day on is a gift. Use it well." Instead, I got drunk. That was 30 years ago. But the dark future which never came still exists for me. And it always will, like the traces of a dream. John fights the way differently than it was foretold. Here, on the battlefield of the Senate his weapons are common sense and hope.
Sarah's Granddaughter: [runs up to Sarah] Tie me, Grandma. Tie me!
Sarah Connor: How's that?
Sarah's Granddaughter: Thank you, Grandma.
Sarah Connor: The luxury of hope was given to me by the Terminator. Because if a machine can learn the value of human life, maybe we can too.
John Connor: Where are we going?
The Terminator: We have to get out of the city immediately and avoid the authorities.
John Connor: Listen, I need to stop my my house. I want to pick up some stuff before we leave.
The Terminator: Negative. The T-1000 will definitely try to re-acquire you there.
John Connor: Are you sure?
The Terminator: I would.
John Connor: Wait a minute here. You're 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: Then why doesn't it become a bomb or a machine gun or something to get me?
The Terminator: The T-1000 can't form complex machines. Guns and explosives have chemicals in them. 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.
John Connor: [to The Terminator] Now don't take this the wrong way, but you're a terminator, right?
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?
The Terminator: I'll take care of the police.
John Connor: Hey, wait! You swore!
The Terminator: [smiles] Trust me.
John Connor: Are you ever afraid?
The Terminator: No.
John Connor: Not even of dying?
The Terminator: No.
John Connor: You don't feel any emotion about it one way or another?
The Terminator: No. I have to stay functional until my mission is complete. Then it doesn't matter.
John Connor: Yeah. I have to stay functional too. I'm "too important".
T-1000: Are you the legal guardian of John Connor?
Todd Voight: That's right, Officer. What's he done now?
T-1000: Could I speak with him please?
Janelle Voight: You could if he were here. He just took off on his bike. So, he could be anywhere.
T-1000: Do you have a photograph of John?
Janelle Voight: Yeah, sure, hold on.
Todd Voight: Could you tell me what this is about?
T-1000: Just need to ask him a few questions.
[Janelle gives the photo to T-1000]
T-1000: He's a good looking boy. Do you mind if I keep this picture?
Janelle Voight: No, go on. There was a guy here this morning looking for him, too.
Todd Voight: Yeah, a big guy on a bike. Does that got something to do with this?
T-1000: No, I wouldn't worry about him. Thanks for your cooperation.
John Connor: We've got company!... Police!
Sarah Connor: How many?
John Connor: Uh... all of 'em, I think.
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 find out 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: We're not gonna make it, are we? People, I mean.
The Terminator: It's in your nature to destroy yourselves.
John Connor: Yeah. Major drag, huh?
The Terminator: [John starts to cry] What's wrong with your eyes?
[the T-1000 has fallen into a vat of molten steel]
John Connor: Is it dead?
The Terminator: Terminated.
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. Thirty-five years from now you reprogrammed me to be your protector here - in this time.
John Connor: This is deep...
[John Connor is in a telephone booth, wanting to call home]
John Connor: [to Terminator] You got a quarter?
[the Terminater smashed the coin box and hands him a quarter]
[Lewis, the Guard buys a cup of coffee, just before he is introduced to the T-1000]
Lewis, the Guard: Hey Gwen, you want some coffee?
Gwen: No thanks. How 'bout a beer?
Lewis, the Guard: Yeah, right.
[examines his cup]
Lewis, the Guard: Hey, I got a full house!
Gwen: That's good Lewis.
Lewis, the Guard: Must be my lucky day...
[the T-1000 impales his head]
[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.
John Connor: [as he hacks an ATM] Please insert your stolen card now.
John Connor: You know what you're doing?
The Terminator: I have detailed files on human anatomy.
Sarah Connor: I'll bet. Makes you a more efficient killer, right?
The Terminator: Correct.
John Connor: We need to get my mother.
The Terminator: Negative. The T-1000's highest probability for success now will be to copy Sarah Connor and to wait for you to make contact with her.
John Connor: Great, but what happens to her?
The Terminator: Typically, the subject being copied is terminated.
John Connor: Shit! Why didn't you tell me? We gotta go right now!
The Terminator: Negative. She's not a mission priority.
John Connor: Fuck you! She's a priority to me!
John Connor: [the Terminator rips open the steering column of a car to hotwire it, John interrupts, jingling a set of keys before him] Are we learning yet?
[Dyson's personal code fails to access the computer room]
The Terminator: [Raises Grenade-Launcher] Let me try mine.
[John Connor wants to get some things from home]
The Terminator: Negative. The T-1000 will definitely try to reacquire you there.
John Connor: You sure?
The Terminator: I would.
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.
Sarah Connor: [to The Terminator] So, what's your story?
[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?
Sarah Connor: You're the one livin' in a fuckin' dream, Silberman! 'Cause I know when it happens! It happens!
The Terminator: The more contact I have with humans, the more I learn.
Dr. Silberman: Good Morning, Sarah.
Sarah Connor: Good Morning, Dr. Silberman. How's the knee?
Dr. Silberman: Fine, Sarah.
Dr. Silberman: [turns to the team of doctors with him] She... uh, stabbed me in the knee cap with my pen a few weeks ago.
Sarah Connor: [Armed with a hypodermic syringe inudated with drain cleaner] I'll pump him full of this shit; I swear!
SWAT Team Leader: You, in the window! Drop your weapon and put your hands on your head!
Police Helicopter Pilot: [Terminator starts firing minigun] Shit! That's a damn minigun!
Miles Dyson: Hi. Um, Carl. These are friends from out of town, I'm just gonna take them upstairs and show them around.
Gibbons: Now, c'mon Mr. Dyson, you know the rules if you want to bring visitors into the lab. I need written authorization...
The Terminator: [the Terminator and Sarah draw their guns] I insist.
Sarah Connor: [Gibbons is trying to push the alarm button] Don't even think about it.
Miles Dyson: [after swiping his card on a control panel, nothing happens] My card should access this thing.
[swipes his card several times more, nothing happens, then he tries to open it up with his hand]
Sarah Connor: What happened?
Miles Dyson: Dammit.
[checks the map screen and finds out what is going on]
Miles Dyson: The silent alarm is tripped. All of the codes are neutralized in the entire building, nothing will open anywhere now. We have to abort.
Sarah Connor: [gets in front of Dyson] No. We'll go all the way.
[seeing the front deak empty and turning towards the bathroom]
Lloyd: Gibbons, c'mon man, you can't leave the desk like that!
[opens the outer bathroom door]
[opens the inner bathroom door, sees Gibbons tied to a urinal base and gagged]
Lloyd: Oh, shit!
John Connor: [to the Terminator] This severe routine is getting old. You're acting like such a geek.
Mossberg: [showing a series of photographs taken with The Terminator] These were taken by a video surveillance camera, at the Westtown police station, in 1984. He killed 17 police officers that night. Men with families, children.
Weatherby: These were taken at a mall in Receda...
[shows two new photographs of The Terminator]
Mossberg: Ms. Connor, we know you know who this guy is. Look, I just sat here and told you that your son is missing, that the foster parents have been murdered. We know this guy's involved. Doesn't that mean anything to you? Don't you care?
[no response from Sarah as Weatherby waves a hand in front of her eyes]
Dr. Silberman: Sorry, guys. She grows more and more disconnected from reality as time goes on.