"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."

"I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle."

"You forgot to say please."

"Get out."

"What's wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking."

"Wolfie's fine, honey. Wolfie's just fine. Where are you?"

"Your foster parents are dead."

"Get your hands off her!"

"You're terminated."

"Come with me if you want to live."

"Jesus, you were going to kill that guy!"

"Of course. I'm a Terminator."

"Now don't take this the wrong way, but you are a Terminator, right?"

"Yes. Cyberdyne Systems Model 101."

"Holy shit! You're really real! I mean, you're like a machine underneath, right? But sort of alive outside?"

"I'm a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over a metal endoskeleton."

"You're not here to kill me. I figured that part out for myself. So what's the deal?"

"My mission is to protect you."

"Yeah? Who sent you?"

"You did. 35 years from now, you reprogrammed me to be your protector here, in this time."

"Oh, this is deep."

"So, this other guy, he's a Terminator like you, right?"

"Not like me. A T-1000. Advanced prototype."

"You mean more advanced than you are?"

"Yes. A mimetic polyalloy."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Liquid metal."

"I need a minute here. You're telling me this thing can make itself look like anything it touches?"

"Anything it samples by physical contact."

"Get real. So it could disguise itself as a pack of cigarettes?"

"No, only an object of equal size."

"Well, why not just become a bomb or something and come get me?"

"It can't form complex machines. Guns and explosives have chemicals, moving parts. It doesn't work that way. But it can form solid metal shapes."

"Like what?"

"Knives and stabbing weapons."

"It's like a giant strobe light, burning right through my eyes, but somehow I can still see."

"The children look like burnt paper, black, not moving. And then the blast wave hits them and they fly apart like leaves."

"Dreams of cataclysm, the end of the world are very common."

"It's not a dream, you moron. It's real. I know the date it happens."

"I'm sure it feels very real to you."

"On August 29th, 1997, it's gonna feel pretty fucking real to you, too! Anybody not wearing two-million sunblock is gonna have a real bad day, get it?!"

"There're 215 bones in the human body. That's one."

"You broke my arm..."

"Now, you gotta promise me you're not gonna kill anyone, right?"

"Right."

"Swear?"

"What?"

"Just put up your hand and say, 'I swear I won't kill anyone.'"

"I swear I will not kill anyone."

"He'll live."

"You said you wouldn't kill anyone!"

"He'll live."

"Stay here. I'll be back."

"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?"

"My CPU is a neural-net processor; a learning computer. But Skynet presets the switch to read-only when we're sent out alone."

"Doesn't want you doing too much thinking, huh?"

"No."

"Can we reset the switch?"

"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.'"

"Hasta la vista, baby?"

"Yeah, or 'later, dickwad.' And if someone gets upset, you say 'chill out!' Or you can do combinations."

"Chill out, dickwad."

"Great! See, you're getting it!"

"No problemo."

"The man most directly responsible is Miles Bennett Dyson."

"In a few months, he creates a revolutionary type of microprocessor."

"In three years, Cyberdyne will become the largest supplier of military computer systems. All stealth bombers are upgraded with Cyberdyne computers, becoming fully unmanned."

"The Skynet Funding Bill is passed. The system goes online on 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 AM, Eastern time, August 29th."

"In a panic, they try to pull the plug."

"Skynet fights back."

"Yes. It launches its missiles against the targets in Russia."

"Why attack Russia? Aren't they our friends now?"

"Because Skynet knows that the Russian counterattack will eliminate its enemies over here."

"Fucking men... all you know how to do is thrust into the world with your fucking ideas and your weapons."

"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."

"Mom, we need to be more constructive here. I don't see this as a gender-related issue."

"Now listen to me very carefully."

"You're judging me on things I haven't even done yet. How were we supposed to know?"

"We need to get to Cyberdyne. We don't have much time. You destroyed the lab, but there are backup files, digital files. His research, everything, is at their main office."

"Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The Terminator would never stop. It would never leave him."

"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 that measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice."

"I am not gonna die with you, man! I'm gonna go!"

"It's terminated."

"Hasta la vista, baby."

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

"I cannot self-terminate. You must lower me into the steel."

"No! No, wait, wait! You don't have to do this!"

"I'm sorry, John. I'm sorry."

"I have to go away."

"I order you not to go! I order you not to go!"

"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."

"NO FATE"

"August 29, 1997, came and went. Nothing much happened. Michael Jackson turned 40. There was no Judgment Day."

"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."