"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..."

"Nice night for a walk, eh?"

"Nice night for a walk."

"Wash day tomorrow? Nothing clean, right?"

"Nothing clean. Right."

"Hey, I think this guy's a couple cans short of a six-pack."

"Your clothes... give them to me, now."

"Fuck you, asshole!"

"That son of a bitch took my pants!"

"Sarah Connor?"

"There's a storm coming."

"I know."

"The 12-gauge auto-loader."

"That's Italian. You can go pump or auto."

"The .45 long slide, with laser sighting."

"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."

"Phased plasma rifle in the 40-watt range."

"Hey, just what you see, pal!"

"The Uzi nine millimeter."

"You know your weapons, buddy."

"All."

"I may close early today. There's a 15-day wait on the handguns, but the rifles you can take right now."

"You can't do that."

"Wrong!"

"Sarah Connor?"

"Get down!"

"Come with me if you want to live."

"This is a mistake. I haven't done anything."

"No, but you will. It's very important that you live."

"How could that man just get up after you just..."

"He's not a man - a machine. Terminator, Cyberdyne Systems Model 101."

"A machine? Like a robot?"

"Not a robot. A cyborg. Cybernetic organism."

"The Terminator's an infiltration unit: part man, part machine. Underneath, it's a hyperalloy combat chassis, microprocessor-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."

"Look, I am not stupid, you know. They cannot make things like that yet!"

"Not yet, not for about 40 years."

"Are you saying it's from the future?"

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

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

"Right."

"Right."

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

"Just let me go!"

"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!"

"Reese. Why me? Why does it want me?"

"There was a nuclear war. A few years from now, all this, this whole place, everything, it's gone. Just gone."

"It was the machines, Sarah."

"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."

"I grew up after. In the ruins... starving... hiding from H-K's."

"Hunter-Killers. Patrol machines built in automated factories. Most of us were rounded up, put in camps for orderly disposal."

"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."

"I'm a friend of Sarah Connor. I was told she was here. Could I see her please?"

"No, you can't see her. She's making a statement."

"Look, it may take a while. Want to wait? There's a bench over there."

"I'll be back."

"In the 21st century, a weapon will be invented like no other. This weapon will be powerful, versatile and indestructible. It will feel no pain. No pity. No remorse. No fear. It will have only one purpose: to return to the present and prevent the future. This weapon will be called the Terminator."

"I hate these press cases, especially the weird press cases."

"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?"

"Like shit, boss."

"Yo momma."

"That coffee is two hours cold."

"And I put a cigarette out in it."

"Ed!"

"What do you got?"

"Dead girl."

"I can see that."

"Sarah Ann Connor, secretary, 35, shot six times at less than ten feet. Large caliber weapon."

"You know, these work."

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

"Ray guns?"

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

"I didn't build the fucking thing!"

"This is great stuff. I could make a career out of this guy!"

"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 fucking heart out!"

"So Reese is crazy?"

"In technical terminology, he's a loon."

"Sarah, this is what they call body armor. Our tac guys wear these. It can stop a 12-gauge round."

"He was probably on PCP. Broke every bone in his hand and wouldn't feel it for hours."

"Hey, buddy. You got a dead cat in there, or what?"

"Fuck you, asshole."

"Can you stop it?"

"I don't know. With these weapons? I don't know."

"Talk to me some more."

"Tell me about where you're from."

"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."

"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!"

"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."

"The hardest thing is deciding what I should tell you and what not to. But I guess I've got a while yet before you're old enough to even understand the tapes. They're more for me at this point just so I can get it straight."

"Should I tell you about your father? Boy, that's a tough one. Will it affect your decision to send him here, knowing that he is your father? If you don't send Kyle, you can never be. God, a person could go crazy thinking about this."

"I suppose I will tell you... I owe him that. Maybe it'll be enough if you know that, in the few hours we had together, we loved a lifetime's worth."

"Nobody goes home. Nobody else comes through. It's just him and me."

"Get out of here!"

"You're terminated, fucker!"

"You're terminated!"

"I know now why you cry. But it's something I can never do."

"The future is not set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves."

"With storms like this, who needs enemies?"