Movie Quotes from Terminator 2: Judgment Day: Quotes from the movie Terminator 2: 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.
-Sarah Connor T2 Special Edition

# Billion human lives dead on August 29th 1997. The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgement Day. They lived only to face a new nightmare. The war against the machienes.

‘Say, that’s a nice bike.’

‘This does not help our mission.’

‘We got cops!’ ‘How many?’ ‘Uh, all of â€˜em, I think.’

(1) I need your clothes your boots and your motorcycle.
(2)*laughs* Hey! Your forgot to say please.

(1) Kyle? Your dead!
(2) Where’s our son Sarah?
(1) They took him away from me.
(2) You have to protect him (1) I Know. (2) He’s the target now!
(1) I know! You tell me how I’m supposed to do that… he dosnt even believe me now.
(2) Your strong Sarah, stronger than you ever thought you could be…on your feet soldier. (1)*cries* (2)I love you Sarah. (1) And Me To.
(2) Do you remember the message? The future is not set there is No Fate but what we make for ourselves!
(1) Don’t leave me….
(2) I have to go.
(1) Kyle no…

(THIS IS NOT A QUOTE, I JUST LOVE THIS MOVIE!)

1) I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle.

2) You forgot to say please.

1) The cops are here.

2) How many?

1) Uh, all of ’em, I think.

1) We’re not gonna make it, are we? People, I mean.
2) It’s in your nature to destroy yourselves

1)We’ve got company. 2)Police? 3)How many? 1)All of them I think.

1)What’s wrong with Wolfie, I can hear him barking?
2)Wolfie’s fine honey, Wolfie’s just fine.
klick
1)Your fosterparents are dead.

1. Alright! My man!
2. No problemmo.

1. Are you all right? 2. Yeah…Say thats a nice bike.

1. Are you alright?

2. I need a vacation.

1. Emimetapoly alloy. 2.What the hell does that mean? 1. Liquid Metal.

1. Who sent you?
2. You did, 35 years from now you reporgrammed me to be your protector here, in this time.

1: Are you the legal guardian of John Conner? 2: That’s right, Officer. What’s he done now? 1: May I speak with him please? 2: You could if he were here. He took off on his bike this morning, so he could be anywhere. 1: Do you have a photograph of John? 3: Yeah, hold on. 2: Can you tell me what this is about? 1: I just need to ask him a few questions. He’s a good-looking boy. Do you mind if i keep this picture? 3: No, go on. There was a guy looking for him this morning, too. 2: Yeah, a big guy on a bike. That have something to do with this? 1: …No. I wouldn’t worry about him. Thanks for your cooperation.

1: Do you have a Sarah Connor here? 2: You’re running kinda late, aren’t ya? They’ve been in there for an hour. Oh, here come your friends now.

1: Don’t take this the wrong way, but you are a Terminator, right? 2: Yes. Cyberdyne Systems model 101. 1: …Holy shit… You’re really real! I mean… You’re like a machine underneath, but sort of alive on the outside? 2: I’m a cybernetic organism: living tissue over a metal endoskeleton. 1: Get a grip John… Okay… Um, you’re not here to kill me. I figured that part out for myself. What what’s the deal? 2: My mission is to protect you. 1: Yeah? Who sent you? 2: You did. Thirty-five years from now, you reprogram me to be your protector here in this time. 1: This is deep…

1: Dyson listened while the Terminator laid it all down: Skynet. Judgment Day. The history of things to come. It’s not every day you find out you’re responsible for three billion deaths. He took it pretty well. 2: I feel like I’m gonna throw up.

1: Fuck you, you little dipshit! John: Dipshit?

1: Fuck you, you little dipshit! John: Dipshit? {whispering} Put your leg down.

1: Hey, Gwen, you want some coffee? 2: No thanks. How ’bout a beer?

1: Hey, Gwen, you want some coffee? 2: No thanks. How ’bout a beer? 1: Yeah, right… Hey, I got a full house! 2: That’s good, Louis. 1: Must be my lucky day! {stabbed through the head}

1: I can’t let you take the man’s wheels, son. Now get off before I let you down!

1: I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle. 2: You forgot to say please.

1: I swear, I have had it with the goddamned kid. He won’t even answer me anymore. TODD!! 2: What? What?! 1: He hasn’t cleaned that room of his in a month! 2: Oh, it’s an emergency! Hang on, I’ll get right on it!

1: John! Get in there and clean up that pigsty of yours! JOHN!! 2: …Your foster parents are kinda dicks.

1: John! Get your ass inside. Do what your mother tells you. 2: She’s not my mother, TODD.

1: Look, Todd and Janelle are dicks, but I gott warn ’em. Shit… You got a quarter?

1: So this other guy, he’s a Terminator like you, right? 2: Not like me. Advanced prototype. 1: You mean more advanced that you are? 2: Yes. A mimetic poly-alloy. 1: What the hell does that mean? 2: Liquid metal. 1: …Listen, I gotta stop by my house. I wanna pick up some stuff. 2: Negative. The T-1000 may try to reaquire you there. 1: You sure. 2: I would.

1: This is the vehicles top speed. 2: I could get out and run faster than this!

1: This next patient is interesting. Twenty-nine year-old female, diagnosed as acute schizo-affective disorder. Usual indicators: Depression, anxiety, violent-acting out. She claims that a machine called a Terminator, which look human of course, was sent back through time to kill her. 2: That’s original. 1: And also that the father of her child was a soldier sent back to protect her. He was from the future too. And… here we are. ‘Morning, Sarah. 3: Good morning Dr. Silberman. How’s the knee? 1: Fine, Sarah… She stabbed me in the kneecap with… my pen a few weeks ago.

1: Visiting hours is 10-4, Monday through Friday. 2: {shoots him in the legs} 3: What the hell are you doing?! 1: You son of a bitch! You shot me! Blazing bastard! Don’t shoot again! Don’t kill me! 1: He’ll live.

1: What’s wrong with Wolfie? I can here him barking. 2: Wolfie’s fine, honey. Wolfie’s just fine. Where are you? 1: …Your foster parents are dead.

1: What’s wrong with your eyes? 2: (crying)Nothing.

1: You see, I grew up in places like this. So I just thought that’s how people lived: Riding around in helicopters. Learning how to blow shit up. But then when my mom got busted, I got put in a regular school. All the other kids were into Nintendo.

1: You see, we spent a lot of time in Nicaragua. For awhile there she was with this crazy ex-green beret guy, running guns. Then there were some other guys. She’d shack up with anyone she could learn from so she could teach me how to be this great military leader. Then she gets busted, and it’s like ‘Sorry, kid, your mom’s a psycho. Didn’t you know?’ It’s like everything I’ve been brought up to believe is all made of bullshit. I hated her for that… But everything she said was true… She knew… And nobody believed her. Not even ME… Listen, we gotta get her outta there. 2: Negative. The T-1000’s highest probability of success now will be to copy Sarah Connor and to wait for you to make contact with her. 1: Great. What happens to HER? 2: Typically, the subject being copied is terminated. 1: SHIT! Why didn’t you tell me? We gotta go right NOW! 2: Negative. It’s not a mission priority. 1: FUCK YOU, she’s a priority to me! Hey, goddamnit, what’s your problem?! Dammit! HELP! Help! Get this psycho offa me! 2: This does not help our mission. 1: Help!!! Help! I’m being kidnapped! HELP! LEMME GO!!!! {lands on his ass} Why the hell did you do that?! 2: Because you told me to. 1: What? …You have to do what I say, huh? 2: That’s one of my mission peremeters. 1: Prove it. Stand on one foot. 2:{stands on one foot} 1: YES! Cool, my own Terminator! Wow… 3: You okay kid? 1: Take a hike, bozo. 4: Man, let’s get outta here. 3: FUCK YOU, you little dipshit! 1: Dipshit? put your leg down… Did you call moi a dipshit? Grab this guy. 2:{grabs 3 by the hair} 4:{tries to help 3} 2: {pulls out gun} 1: NO! Put the gun down, NOW! Get outta here! 3: Come on, man, let’s split! 1: Jesus, you were gonna KILL that guy!!! 2: Of course. I’m a Terminator. 1: Listen to me very carefully, okay? You’re not a Terminator any more, allright? You got that? You just can’t go around killing people! 2: Why? 1: Whaddya mean ‘why’? ‘Cuz you CAN’T!! 2: Why?

3 Billion human lives dead on August 29th 1997. The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgement Day. They lived only to face a new nightmare. The war against the machienes.

a sta la vista baby

Are we learning yet?

asta la vista

asta la vista baby

CALL TO JOHN.

can i keep this picture

Can you get us in Past security Yeah I think so when Now

chill out dick-wad

clothes boots motorcycle

Come with me if you want to live.

Cop1:These were taken by a video surveillance camera at the West Highland police station in 1984. Cop2:He killed 17 police officers that night. Men with families… Children… Cop1:These were taken at a mall in Reseda. TODAY. Cop2:Miss Conner, 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. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Don’t you CARE?

Cop: Miss Conner, I just told you that your SON is missing. That the foster parents have been MURDERED. We KNOW this guy is involved.

Cop: You all right? T-1000: I’m fine… Say, that’s a NICE BIKE.

Cop: You okay? T-1000: Yeah. Say… That’s a NICE BIKE.

Dip shit? {Put your leg down} Did you call MOI a DIPSHIT?

Dipshit? Did you call MOI a dipshit?

do you know how important you are

Doug: Time to take your meds, Conner. Sarah: YOU take it. Doug: Now you know you gotta be good ’cause you’re up for review this afternoon. I’m not taking it, Dougie. I don’t want any TROUBLE. Doug: Ain’t no trouble. {HITS HER W/ NIGHTSTICK. KICKS HER INTO WALL} Zap her! … Last call, sugar!

Doug: Time to take your meds, Conner. Sarah: YOU take it. Doug: Now you know you gotta be good ’cause you’re up for review this afternoon. Sarah: I’m NOT taking it, Dougie. I don’t want any trouble.

Doug: Time to take your meds, Conner. Sarah: YOU take it. Doug: Now you know you gotta be good ’cause you’re up for review this afternoon. Sarah: I’m not taking it, Dougie. I don’t want any TROUBLE. Doug: Ain’t no trouble. {HITS HER W/NIGHTSTICK}

Dr. Silberman: MODEL CITZEN.

Dr. Silberman: Morning, Sarah. Sarah: Good Morning, Dr. Silberman. How’s the knee? Dr. Silberman: Fine, Sarah. She, uh, stabbed me with my pen a few weeks ago.

Dr. Silberman: You broke my arm! Sarah: There’s 215 bones in the human body. That’s ONE. Now DON’T MOVE. {FILLS SYRINGE WITH DRAIN CLEANER} Dr. Silberman: What are you going to do?

Dr. Silberman:Let’s go back to what you were saying about those Terminator machines. Now you think they DON’T exist? Sarah:They DON’T exist. I know that now. DS:But you’ve told me on many occasions about how you crushed one in a hydraulic press. S:If I had, there would’ve been some evidence, they would’ve found something at the factory. DS: So you no longer think the company tried to cover it up? S:(SHAKES HEAD} Why would they?

Dr.vSilberman: You broke my arm! Sarah: There are 215 bones in the human body. That’s ONE. Now DON’T MOVE. {FILLS SYRINGE W/DRAIN CLEANER} Dr. Silberman: What are you going to do?

DrSilberman:This next patient is interesting. I’ve been following the case for years. 29-year-old female, diagnosed with acute skytso-affective disorder. Usual indicators. Depression, anxiety, violent acting-out, delusions of persecution. The delusional architecture is fairly unique. She believes that a machine, called a Terminator, which look human, of course, was sent back through time to kill her. Woman:THAT’S original. DS:And also that the father of her child was a soldier sent back to protect her. W:No… DS:HE was from the future, too. The year 2029 if I remember correctly. And, here we are. Morning, Sarah. Sarah:Good morning, Dr. Silberman. How’s the knee?

Dyson: Hi… Uh, CARL, right? Uh… friends from out of town. I thought I’d- John: Hi. Dyson: I thought I’d take ’em upstairs and- Guard: Mr. Dyson, now you know the rules concerning visitors in the lab. I need written authorization- T-800+Sarah:{PULL OUT GUNS} T-800: I INSIST.

Dyson: I feel like I’m gonna throw up…

Dyson: I worked a lotta years on this thing. {SMASHES MODEL TO PIECES}

Dyson: Imagine a jet airliner with a pilot that never gets tired, never makes mistakes, never shows up to work with a hangover. Meet the pilot.

Dyson: My card should access this… Sarah: What’s wrong? Dyson: Damn it! The silent alarm’s been tripped. NOTHING will open ANYWHERE now. John: {PULLS OUT LAPTOP} Dyson: We have to abort. Sarah: NO. We go all the way. Okay? Dyson: {NODS} John: You guys get started on the lab. I can open this.

Dyson: My personal entry code to the lab may still work… It’s no good. T-800: Let me try mine. {LOADS GRENADE LAUNCHER} Sarah: John, FIRE IN THE HOLE!!

Dyson: My personal entry code to the lab may still work… It’s no good. T-800: Let me try MINE. {LOADS GRENADE LAUNCHER} Sarah: John, fire in the hole!! T-800: {BLOWS DOOR UP}

Dyson: My personal entry code to the land may still work… It’s no good. T-800: Let me try MINE. {LOADS GRENADE LAUNCHER} Sarah: John, fire in the hole!! T-800: {BLOWS DOOR UP}

Dyson: Okay, now in order to get that out, you just- By- John: {DROPS GLASS CONTAINERS TO THE GROUND+PICKS UP ARM AND CHIP} We got Skynet by the BALLS NOW, don’t we? Come on. Let’s book.

Dyson: They told us not to ask… where they got it. It was scary stuff. RATICALLY advanced. It was smashed, it didn’t work, but it gave us ideas, took us in new directions. Things we would’ve NEVER th- All my work was based on it. T-800: It must be destroyed.

Dyson: Wait! You can’t go in there! The fire’s set off the Halon system. We have to wait a few minutes until the gas clears. Arnie: … Put this on.

Dyson:Hi, uh, CARL, right? Uh, friends from out of town. John:Hi. D:Uh, I was just gonna show ’em around. Guard:Mr. Dyson, you know the rules. No visitors allowed in the factory without written authorization. {T-800 AND SARAH PULL OUT GUNS} T-800:I INSIST.

Dyson:How were WE supposed to know? Sarah:Right. How were you supposed to know? Fucking men like you built the Hydrogen Bomb. Men like YOU thought it up. You think your so CREATIVE. You don’t know what it’s like to actually CREATE something. To create a life. To feel it growing inside you. John:Mom… Sarah:All you know how to create is DEATH, DESTRUCTION- John:MOM! We have to be a LITTLE bit more constructive.

Dyson:I feel like I’m gonna throw up.

Dyson:I feel like I’m gonna throw up. You’re judging me on things I haven’t even done yet. How were we supposed to know? Sarah:Right. How were you supposed to know? Fucking men like you built the Hydrogen bomb. Men like you thought it up. 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:Mom… S: …And destruction- J:MOM! We need to be a little more CONSTUCTIVE here, okay? We still have to stop this from happening, don’t we? Mrs.Dyson:But I thought… Aren’t we changing things? Right now, CHANGING THE WAY IT GOES?

Dyson:There’s no way I’ll finish the new processor. Not now. Forget it, I’ll quit Cyberdyne tomorrow. Sarah:That’s not good enough. T-800:No one must follow your work. D:Alright. Then we need to destroy all the stuff at the lab, everything. Everything here. I don’t care… The CHIP. T:Chip? S:What chip? D:They keep it at the volt at Cyberdyne. It must be from the other one like you. T:The CPU from the 1st Terminator. S:Son of BITCH, I KNEW it! Those slimy mother FUCKERS!! D:They told us not to ask where it came from. It was scary stuff, ratically advanced. It was smashed, it didn’t work. But it taught us new things. Stuff we would’ve NEVER th- All my work was based on it. T:It must be destroyed. D:Right. S:Can you get us in? Past security? D: I think so. When? T:{Stands up} D:NOW?

Dyson[dying]:I don’t know… how much longer… I can… hold this!

Easy money.

Enrique: Hey, you’re pretty famous you know, all over the goddamned TV. Pictures of you, John, your big friend here. Cops’re goin’ NUTS lookin’ for ya.

Enrique: Well, it’s the best truck I’ve got. But the starter motor’s gone. Have you got the time to change it out? Sarah: Yeah. I’m gonna wait ’til dark to cross the border. Enrique, it’s dangerous for you here. You get out tonight too, okay? Enrique: Sure. Just drop by any time and totally fuck up my life, eh?

Enrique: You’re pretty JUMPY, Conner.

Female Guard: Son of a bitch! Theres no way Connor let em go!
Connor: Open the door or he’ll be dead before he hits the floor! Female Guard: Not gonna happen! Black guard: Take it easy Sarah, Easy! Connor: You’re all dead we all die you know I believe it so don’t fuck with me! Silverman: Open the do- OPEN THE DOOR!(Door Opens) Connor (to guards): get back! Black Guard: BackaBackaBacka… Connor: Drop the shit! Black Guard: Do it Do it! Connor: In the office on the floor face down; NOT YOU! (to black guard) Open the door. (Opens it) On the floor face down hold it open! (Black guy obediantly cooperates)

For the first time I look towards the future with hope. If a machine a terminator can learn the value of human life, maybe we can to.

fuck you you fucken fucken

Fuck you, you little dipshit!

Fuck you,you little dip-shit!!!!!!!

Get out of the car…Right now!!!

Gibbens? come on man, you can’t leave the desk like that!

Girl1: You just missed him. I think he said he was goin’ to the Galleria, right? Girl2: Yeah. T-1000: The Galleria?

Girl: You just missed him. He was here 15 minutes ago. I think he said he was going to the Galleria, right? T-1000: The Galleria?

Give me you clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle.

good morning doctor silberman hows the knee

Good morning dr silberman, hows the knee?

Guard: Gibbons common man u cant leave the desk like that… Gibbonnnsss.. Oh shiit! Gibbons: hmmhmmhm (duck taped and on the floor
)

Guard: Gibbons? Gibbons! Come on, man, you CAN’T leave the desk like that! {FINDS GIBBONS} Oh, SHIT!

Guard: Hey Gwen… you want a coffee? Gwen: No thanks… how ’bout a beer? Guard: Yeah right… hey full house! Gwen: That’s great Earl. Guard: Hm… must be my lucky day! (Stabbed through right eye)

Guard: Visiting hours is 10 to 4, Monday through Friday. T-800: {PULLS OUT GUN. SHOOTS GUARDS LEGS.} John: What the HELL are you doing?! T-800: {OPENS GATE. WALKS BACK TO BIKE} He’ll LIVE.

Guy:Mr. Dyson! The materials team is running another- Mr. Dyson, the materials team is running another series, and you have to sign for the, uh… IT. You have to sign IT out. Dyson:Okay, come on, I’ll get it. G:Mr. Dyson, I know I’m still new here, but I was wondering if you could tell me, I mean if you KNOW, WHERE IT came from? D:You know, I asked them that same question once, and you know what they told me? DON’T ASK.

Hasta la vista baby

Hasta La Vista Baby!

Hasta la vista, Baby!

He’ll kill us all! He’ll kill us all!! HE’LL KILL US ALL!!!!!

He’ll live.

hello dr.silverman,hows the knee?

hes a good looking boy……can i keep this picture

Hey *name* Want A Coffee?
No Thanks, How Bout A Beer?
Yeah Right!
*Liquid Metal Forms*
Hey I Got A Full House!
Thats Good *name*!
Must be my lucky day! *turns around, sees self…liquid sword goes through eye*

Holy shit… You’re really real!

I guess she still loves him my real father that is. I catch her crying sometimes but she jsut blows it off, pretends is was something in her eye

I have detailed files…

i know now why you cry, but it is something i can never do

I know now why you cry, but it is something I can never do.

I like penises.

I need a vacation.

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

I promise that I will not kill anyone.

I’ll be back!!

I’ll Be Back.

I’m a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over a metal endoskeleton.

Its like a giant strobe light, burning right through my eyes, some how I can still see it. Oh god, why do I have to..
Please continue.
The choldren look like burnt paper, black, not moving. Then the blast wave hits them, and they fly apart like leaves.
It a dream, its not like the end of the world, very common.
Its not a dream alright its real.
Im sure it feels real.
On Augst 29, 1997 it’s gunna feel pretty fukin’ real to you to, anybody not wearing 2 million sunblock is gunna have a real bad day get it! God you think your safe and alive? Your already dead him you your dead already! This whole place everything you see is gone! Your the one living in a fucking dream Silberman, cause I know it happens, it happens.

Its not everday you learn that your responsible for over 3 billion deaths.

J:I need a minute here. You’re tellin’ me that this thing can imitate ANYTHING it TOUCHES? T:Anything it samples by physical contact. J:Get REAL. Like it could desguise itself as.. a pack of ciggarettes? T:No, only an object of equal size. J:Then why doesn’t it just become a bomb or something to get me? T: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. J:Like what? T:Knives and stabbing weapons.

J:Please insert your stolen card NOW. Pin number… Go baby, go baby, go baby… T:Will ya hurry up? This is takin’ too long. J:9003. T:Where’d you learn this stuff, anyway? J:From my mom. My REAL mom, I mean. Withdraw… 3-0-0 BUCKS. YES! T:Hey, it worked! J:Alright! Easy money.

J:We gotta get her outta there. T:Negative. The T-1000 may try to copy Sarah Conner and wait for you to make contact with her. J:Great, what happens to HER? T:Typically the subject being copied is terminated. J:SHIT! Why didn’t you TELL me? We gotta go right NOW! T:Negative. It is not a mission priority. J:Yeah, well FUCK YOU, she’s a priority to ME! T:{GRABS JOHN’S SHIRT} J:Hey, goddamnit, what’s your PROBLEM?! Damnit! HELP! HELP! GET THIS PSYCHO OFFA ME! HELP!T:This does not help our mission. J:HELP! I’M BEING KIDNAPPED! HELP! LEMME GO! T:{DROPS HIM TO GROUND} J:Why the hell did you do THAT?! T:Because you told me to. J:What? You have to do what I say, huh? T:That is 1 of my mission paremeters. J:Prove it. Stand on one foot. T:{LIFTS LEG} J:YES! Cool, my own TEMINATOR. J1+J2:{WALK OVER} J1:You okay kid? J:Take a HIKE, bozo. J2:Man, let’s get OUTTA here! J1: FUCK YOU, you little DIPSHIT! J:Dipshit? (Put your leg down.)Did you just call MOI a DIPSHIT? Grab this guy. I can’t believe he called me a dipshit. T:{LIFTS J1 BY HAIR} J1+J2:{YELL} J2:{TRIES TO HELP J1} T:{PULLS OUT GUN. PULLS TRIGGER} J:{MOVES T’S HAND}NO!! Put the gun down, NOW! Get OUTTA here! Jesus, you were gonna KILL that guy! T:Of course. I’m a TERMINATOR. J:Listen to me very carefully. You’re not a Terminator anymore, alright? You GOT that? You just can’t go around KILLING people! T:Why? J:Whaddya mean WHY? ‘Cause you CAN’T! T:WHY? J:because you just CAN’T, okay? TRUST me on this. Look, I’m gonna go get my mom, and I ORDER you to help me.

Janelle: John! Get inside and clean up that pig-sty of yours! JOHN! {walks away} Tim: Your foster parents are kinda dicks, huh?

Janelle:I swear, I have HAD IT with that goddamn kid. He won’t even ANSWER me anymore. Todd:Honey, move. Janelle:Will you get off your BUTT and help me? Todd! T:What? What? Janelle:He hasn’t cleaned that room of his in a MONTH. T:Oh, it’s an EMERGENCY, I’ll get right on it. John! Get your ass in the house! Do what your mother tells you! John:She’s NOT my MOTHER, TODD. {DRIVES OFF}

JC:Janelle, it’s me. JV:John? JC:Yeah. Everything alright? You guys okay? JV:Sure, honey, everything’s okay. Are you alright? JC:I’m fine. JV:John, it’s late. Honey, I was beginning to worry about you. If you hurry home we can sit down and have dinner together. I’m making beef stew. JCtoAS:Something’s wrong, she’s NEVER this nice. JV:John? Where are you? TV:What the hell is the goddamned dog barking at? HEY! SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! JCtoAS:The dog’s really barking. TV:Why don’t you tell the kid to get rid of that fucking mutt? JV:{STABS TV} John, it’s late. Honey, please don’t make me worry. JCtoAS:Could he already be there? AS:{TAKES PHONE} JV:Honey, are you okay? AS{in JC’s voice:} I’m right here. I’m fine. JV:You sure? AS{to JC}:What’s the dog’s name? JC:Max. AS{to JV}:Hey Janelle, what’s wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking. Is he okay? JV:Wolfie’s fine, honey. Wolfie’s just fine… Where are you? AS:{hangs up} Your foster parents are dead.

JC:Look, Todd and Janelle are DICKS, but I gotta warn ’em. SHIT. You got a quarter? AS:{smashes phone’s coin box}JC:Janelle, it’s me. JV:John? JC:Yeah. Everything alright? You guys okay? JV:Sure, honey, everything’s okay. Are you alright? JC:I’m fine. JV:John, it’s late. Honey, I was beginning to worry about you. If you hurry home we can sit down and have dinner together. I’m making beef stew. JCtoAS:Something’s wrong, she’s NEVER this nice. JV:John? Where are you? TV:What the hell is the goddamned dog barking at? HEY! SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! JCtoAS:The dog’s really barking. TV:Why don’t you tell the kid to get rid of that fucking mutt? JV:{STABS TV} John, it’s late. Honey, please don’t make me worry. JCtoAS:Could he already be there? AS:{TAKES PHONE} JV:Honey, are you okay? AS{in JC’s voice:} I’m right here. I’m fine. JV:You sure? AS{to JC}:What’s the dog’s name? JC:Max. AS{to JV}:Hey Janelle, what’s wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking. Is he okay?

Jock: FUCK YOU, you little DIPSHIT! John: Dipshit? {WHISPERING:} Put your leg down. {NORMAL VOICE:} Did you call MOI a DIPSHIT?

Jock: FUCK YOU, you little DIPSHIT! John:Dipshit? {WHISPERING:} Put your leg down. {NORMAL VOICE:} Did you call MOI a DIPSHIT?

Jock: You okay, kid? John: Take a hike, bozo. Jock: Fuck you, you little DIPSHIT! John: Dipshit? {WHISPERING:} Put your leg down. {NORMAL VOICE:} Did you call MOI a DIPSHIT?

John: Alright, my MAN! T-800: No problemmo.

John: Are you ever afraid? T-800: No. J: Not even of DYING? T: NO. J: You don’t have ANY emotion about it whatsoever? T: No. I have to stay functional until my mission is complete. And it doesn’t matter. J: Yeah, I have to stay functional, too. {IN MOCKING VOICE} I’m too IMPORTANT.

John: But… I had to get you outta that place. I’m SORRY. Sarah: I didn’t need your help, I can take care of myself. T-800:{LOOKS AT JOHN} What’s wrong with your eyes?

John: But… I had to get you outta that place. I’m SORRY. Sarah: I didn’t need your help, I can take care of myself. T-800:{LOOKS AT JOHN} What’s wrong with your eyes? John: Nothin’.

John: Can you even see anything? T-800: I see EVERYTHING.

John: Can you even see anything? T-800: I see EVERYTHING. John: Cool…

John: Can you even see anything? T-800: I see EVERYTHING…

John: Cool! My own TERMINATOR!

John: Dipshit? {WHISPERING:} Put your leg down. {NORMAL VOICE:} Did you call MOI a DIPSHIT?

John: Does it hurt when you get shot? T-800: I sense injuries. The data could be called pain. Sarah: John, help me with the light. Will these heal up? T-800: Yes. Sarah: Good. If you can’t pass for human, you’re not much good to us. John: How long do you live? I mean last, or whatever… T-800: 120 years with my existing power cell. John: Can you learn stuff that you haven’t been programmed with? So you can be, you know, more human? And not such a dork all the time? T-800: My CPU is a neural-net processor, a learning computer. But Skynet presets the switch to read-only when we are sent out alone. Sarah: Doesn’t want you to do too much thinking, huh? T-800: No. John: …Can we reset the switch?

John: Does it hurt when you get shot? T-800: I sense injuries. The data could be called pain. Sarah: John, help me with the light. Will these heal up? T-800: Yes. Sarah: Good. If you can’t pass for human, you’re not much good to us. John: How long do you live? I mean last, or whatever… T-800: 120 years with my existing power cell. John: Can you learn stuff that you haven’t been programmed with? So you can be, you know, more human? And not such a dork all the time? T-800: My CPU is a neural-net processor, a learning computer. The more contact I have with humans, the more I learn. John: Cool.

John: Don’t kill him! Sarah: IT, John. Not HIM, IT. John: Okay, IT. But we NEED IT.

John: Don’t kill him. Sarah: IT, John. Not HIM, IT. John: Okay, IT. But we NEED IT. Sarah: You listen to me. We are better off on our OWN.

John: Don’t kill him. Sarah: IT, John. Not HIM, IT. John: Okay, IT. But we NEED IT. Sarah: You listen to me. We are better off on our OWN. John: But he’s the only proof we HAVE. Of the future and the war and all that! Sarah: Maybe… I don’t TRUST it. John: But he’s my FRIEND, all right? Sarah: You don’t know what it’s like to try and kill one of these things. And if something goes wrong this may be our last chance, so MOVE!!!!! John: Look, Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, maybe you should start listening to MY leadership ideas once in awhile!!

John: Don’t kill him. Sarah: IT, John. Not HIM, IT. John: Okay, IT. But we NEED IT. Sarah: You listen to me. We are better off on our OWN. John: But he’s the only proof we HAVE. Of the future and the war and all that! Sarah: Maybe… I don’t TRUST it. John: But he’s my FRIEND, all right? Sarah: You don’t know what it’s like to try and kill one of these things. And if something goes wrong this may be our last chance, so MOVE!!!!! John: Look, Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, mayber youshould start listening to MY leadership ideas once in awhile!!

John: Easy money.

John: Easy money. UH-OH. SHIT. SHIT! {RUNS INTO OFFICE} Peice of cake! We’ve got company. Dyson: Police? Sarah: How many? John: Uh, all of ’em, I think.

John: Easy money…

John: He’s cool, Enrique. He’s with me. He’s, uh… Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob, this is Enrique. Enrique: Uncle Bob, eh? Okay… T-800: UNCLE BOB?

John: He’s not back there. There’s nobody behind us. Sarah: Are you alright? John: Yeah… Can you even see anything? T-800: I see EVERYTHING. John: Cool…

John: HEY! Watch it lugnuts!

John: Holy SHIT! You’re really REAL! I mean, WHOA! You’re like a machine underneath, right? But sort of alive on the outside? T-800: I’m a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over a metal endoskeleton. John: (LOOKS AT BLOOD ON T-800’S CHEST)This’s intense… Get a GRIP, John… Okay, you’re not here to kill me. I figured that part out for myself. So what’s the deal? T-800: My mission is to protect you. John: Yeah? Who sent you? T-800: YOU did. 35 years from now you reprogram me to be your protector here, in THIS time. John: This is DEEP…

John: Holy shit… Now don’t take this the wrong way, but you ARE a Terminator, right? T-800: Yes. Cyberdyne Systems model 101. John: {LOOKS AT T-800’S WOUNDS} Holy SHIT! You’re really REAL! I mean, WHOA! You’re like a machine underneath, right? But sort of alive on the outside? T-800: I’m a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over a metal endoskeleton. John: {LOOKS AT BLOOD ON T-800’S CHEST} This’s INTENSE… Get a GRIP, John… Okay, um, so you’re not here to kill me. I figured that part out for myself. So what’s the deal? T-800: My mission is to protect you. John: Yeah? Who sent you? T-800: YOU did. 35 years from now you reprogram me to be your protector here, in THIS time. John: This’s DEEP…

John: Holy shit… Now don’t take this the wrong way, but you ARE a Terminator, right? T-800: Yes. Cyberdyne Systems model 101. John: {LOOKS AT T-800’S WOUNDS} Holy SHIT! You’re really REAL! I mean, WHOA! You’re like a machine underneath, right? But sort of alive outside? T-800: I’m a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over a metal endoskeleton. John: {LOOKS AT BLOOD ON T-800’S CHEST} This is INTENSE… Get a GRIP, John… Okay, um, so you’re not here to kill me. I figured that part out for myself. So what’s the deal? T-800: My mission is to protect you. John: Yeah? Who sent you? T-800: YOU did. 35 years from now you reprogram me to be your protector here, in THIS time. John: This is DEEP…

John: Holy shit… Now don’t take this the wrong way, but you ARE a Terminator, right? T-800: Yes. Cyberdyne Systems model 101. John: {LOOKS AT T-800’S WOUNDS} Holy SHIT! You’re really REAL! I mean, WHOA! You’re like a machine underneath, right? But sort of alive outside? T-800: I’m a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over a metal endoskeleton. John: {LOOKS AT BLOOD ON T-800’S CHEST} This’s INTENSE… Get a GRIP, John… Okay, um, so you’re not here to kill me. I figured that part out for myself. So what’s the deal? T-800: My mission is to protect you. John: Yeah? Who sent you? T-800: YOU did. 35 years from now you reprogram me to be your protector here, in THIS time. John: This’s DEEP…

John: How long do you live? I mean last, or whatever. T-800: I can last 120 years with my existing power cell. John: Can you learn stuff you haven’t been programmed with? So you can be, you know, more human? And not such a dork all the time? T-800: My CPU is a neural-net processor, a learning computer. But Skynet presets the switch to read-only when we are sent out alone. Sarah: Doesn’t want you to do too much thinking, huh? T-800: No. John: Can we reset the switch?

John: I grew up in places like this. So I just thought that’s how people live. Riding around in helicopters. Learning how to blow shit up.

John: I had to get you outta that place. I’m sorry. Sarah: I didn’t need your help, I can take care of myself. T-800: What is wrong with your eyes? John: Nothin’.

John: I need a minute here. You’re tellin’ me that this thing can imitate ANYTHING it TOUCHES?

John: I need a minute here. You’re tellin’ me that this thing can imitate anything it TOUCHES? T-800: Anything it samples by physical contact. J: Get real. Like it could disguise itself as… a pack of ciggarettes? T: No, only an object of equal size. J: Then why doesn’t it just become a bomb or something to get me? T: 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. J: Like what? T: Knives and stabbing weapons.

John: I need a minute here… You’re tellin’ me that this thing can imitate anything it TOUCHES?

John: I need a moment here. You’re telling me that this thing can imitate anything it touches?!
T-800: Anything it samples by physical contact.
John: Get real! Like it can disguise itself as a…pack of cigarettes?
T-800: No, only an object of equal size.
John: Well, why doesn’t it become a bomb or something to get me?
T-800: 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.
John: Like what?
T-800: Knives and stabbing weapons.

John: I ORDER you not to go. I ORDER YOU NOT TO GO. I ORDER YOU NOT TO GO!! {starts to cry} T-800: I now know why you cry. {WIPES A TEAR OFF JOHN’S FACE} But it is something I can never do.

John: I SAID I was OKAY! Sarah: John, it was STUPID of you to go there! Goddamnit, you have to be SMARTER than that! You almost got yourself KILLED! You CANNOT risk yourself, even for ME, do you understand me? John: …But, I had to get you outta that place. I’m SORRY. Sarah: I didn’t need your help, I can take care of MYSELF. T-800: What’s wrong with you eyes? John: Nothin’.

John: I SAID I was OKAY! Sarah: John, it was STUPID of you to go there! Goddamnit, you have to be SMARTER than that! You almost got yourself KILLED! You CANNOT risk yourself, even for ME, do you understand? You’re TOO IMPORTANT! John: …But, I had to get you outta that place. I’m SORRY. Sarah: I didn’t need your help, I can take care of MYSELF. T-800: What’s wrong with you eyes? John: Nothin’.

John: I wish I coulda met my REAL dad. T-800: You WILL. John: Yeah, I guess. I’m like 45, I think. I send him back through time to 1984. Man… He hasn’t even been BORN yet. Messes with your head…

John: It’s definitely YOU.

John: Jesus you were gonna kill that guy!
Terminator: Of course, I’m a Terminator.

John: Jesus, you were gonna KILL that guy! T-800: Of course. I’m a TERMINATOR. John: Listen to me very carefully, okay? You’re not a Terminator any more, all right? You got that? You just can’t go around KILLING people! T-800: Why? John: Whaddya mean WHY? ‘Cause you CAN’T! T-800: WHY? John: Because you JUST CAN’T, okay? TRUST ME on this… Look, I’m gonna go get my mom. And I ORDER you to help me.

John: Jesus, you were gonna KILL that guy!! T-800: Of course. I’m a TERMINATOR.

John: Listen to me very carefully, okay? You’re not a Terminator any more, all right? You GOT that? You just can’t go around

John: Listen to me very carefully, okay? You’re not a Terminator any more, all right? You GOT that? You just can’t go around KILLING people!

John: Listen to me very carefully, okay? You’re not a Terminator any more, all right? You GOT that? You just can’t go around KILLING people! T-800: Why?

John: Listen to me very carefully, okay? You’re not a Terminator any more, all right? You GOT that? You just can’t go around KILLING people! T-800: Why? John: Whaddya mean WHY? ‘Cause you CAN’T! T-800: Why? John: Because you JUST CAN’T, okay? TRUST ME on this.

John: Listen, you know what you’re doin’? T-800: I have detailed files on the human anatomy. Sarah: I bet. Makes you a more EFFICIENT KILLER, right? T-800: Correct.

John: Listen, you sure you know what you’re doing? T-800: {STITCHING SARAH’S CUT} I have detailed files on the human anatomy. Sarah: I BET. Makes you a more EFFICIENT KILLER, right? T-800: Correct.

John: Look Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, maybe you start listening to MY leadership ideas once in awhile!!

John: Look Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this great military leader, maybe you start listening to MY leadership ideas once in awhile!! …Because if my own mother won’t, how do you expect anyone else to?

John: Look Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, maybe you start listening to MY leadership ideas once in awhile!! Because if my own MOTHER won’t, how do you expect anyone ELSE to?

John: Look, Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, then maybe you should start listening to MY leadership ideas once in a while!!

John: Look, Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, then maybe you should start listening to MY leadership ideas once in a while!! Because if my own mother won’t, how do you expect anyone else to?

John: Look, Mom. If I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, maybe you should try listening to MY leadership ideas once in a while! Because if my own mother won’t, how do you expect anyone ELSE to?

John: Look, Todd and Janelle are DICKS, but I gotta warn ’em. SHIT. You got a quarter? T-800: {SMASHES PHONE’S COIN BOX}

John: Look, Todd and Janelle are DICKS, but I gotta warn ’em. Shit… You got a quarter? {T-800 SMASHES COIN BOX ON PHONE}

John: Mom, are you hurt? Look at me. Sarah: …I almost… I almost… {STARTS TO CRY + HUGS JOHN} John: It’ll be okay, Mom, it’ll be okay. We’ll figure something out, okay? I promise. Sarah: …You came here to stop me? John: Yeah, I did. Sarah: …I love you, John… I always have… John: I know… {HUGS SARAH}

John: Mom, are you hurt? Look at me. Sarah: I almost… I almost… {HUGS JOHN} John: It’ll be okay, Mom. It’ll be okay. We’ll figure something out, okay? I promise. Sarah: … You came here to STOP me? John: Yeah, I did. Sarah: … I love you, John… I always have. John: I know…

John: No fate… No fate but what we make… My father taught me this… I mean, I made him memorize it as a message to HER… Never mind. Okay, the whole thing goes THE FUTURE IS NOT SET. THERE IS NO FATE BUT WHAT WE MAKE FOR OURSELVES. Arnie: She intends to change the future. J: Yeah, I guess. OH, SHIT! A: Dyson. J: Yeah, It’s gotta be… Myles Dyson. She’s gonna blow him away!

John: NOW who’s the dipshit, you jock deutchbag!

John: Okay, now don’t take this personally, but you ARE a Terminator, right? T-800: Correct. Cyberdyne Systems model 101.

John: Okay, so you’re not here to kill me. I figured that out for myself. So, why’re you here? T-800: My mission is to protect you. John: Who sent you? T-800: YOU did. 35 years from now you reprogram me to be your protector here, in THIS time.

John: Okay, so you’re not here to kill me. I figured that part out for myself. So what’s the deal? T-800: My mission is to protect you. J: Yeah? Who sent you? T: YOU did. 35 years from now you reprogram me to be your protector HERE, in THIS time. J: This is DEEP.

John: Okay, TIMEOUT! STOP THE BIKE! Come on, stop the bike!

John: One thing about my mom. She always plans ahead…

John: One thing about my mom… She always plans ahead.

John: Piece of cake! We got company. Dyson: Police? Sarah: How many? John: Uh, all of ’em, I think.

John: Please insert your stolen card NOW.

John: She’s not my MOTHER, TODD.

John: SHIT! She’s in the clean room! There’s NO WAY outta there!! T-800:{SMASHES THROUGH WALL+GRABS SARAH}

John: So this other guy, he’s a Terminator like you, right? T-800: Not like me. T-1000. Advanced prototype. John: You mean more advanced than you are? T-800: Yes. A mimetic polyalloy. John: What the hell does that mean? T-800: Liquid metal.

John: Step on it! T-800: This is the vehicle’s top speed. John: I can get out and RUN faster than this!!

John: STEP ON IT! T-800: This is the vehicle’s top speed. John: I could get out and RUN faster than THIS!!!

John: That’s one thing about my mom. She always plans ahead…

John: That’s one thing about my mom… She ALWAYS plans ahead.

John: Uh-oh! SHIT! NOT GOOD! NOT GOOD!!

John: We got company. Dyson: Police? Sarah: How many? John: Uh, all of ’em, I think.

John: We got company. Dyson: Police? Sarah: How many? John: Uh, all of ’em, I think. Sarah: Go. I’ll finish here. T-800: I’ll take care of the police. John: Hey, wait, you SWORE! T-800: TRUST me.

John: We got Skynet by the balls now, don’t we?

John: We got Skynet by the balls NOW, don’t we?

John: We got Skynet by the BALLS NOW, don’t we? Come on, let’s book.

John: We gotta STICK TOGETHER!!!

John: We’re not gonna make it, are we? People I mean. T-800: It’s in your nature to destroy yourselves. John: Yeah. Major drag, huh?

John: We’ve got company. Dyson: Police? Sarah: How many? John: Uh, all of ’em, I think. Sarah: Go. I’ll finish here. T-800: I’ll take care of the police. John: Hey, wait, you SWORE!! T-800: Trust me.

John: You gotta listen to the way people talk. You don’t say AFFIRMATIVE, or some shit like that. You say NO PROBLEMMO.

John: You just can’t go around KILLING people! T-800: Why? John: What do you mean WHY? ‘Cause you CAN’T!!

John: You just can’t go around KILLING people! T-800: Why? John: What do you mean WHY? ‘Cause you CAN’T!! T-800: WHY?

John: You just can’t go around KILLING people! T-800: Why? John: What do you mean WHY? ‘Cause you CAN’T!! T-800: WHY? John: Because you just CAN’T, okay? TRUST me on this.

John: You just can’t go around KILLING people! T-800: Why? John: What do you mean WHY? ‘Cause you CAN’T!! T-800: WHY? John: Because you just CAN’T, okay? TRUST me on this. {SIGHS} Look, I’m gonna go get my mom, and I ORDER you to help me.

John: You just can’t go around KILLING people!!

John: You just can’t go around KILLING people!! T-800: Why?

John: You okay? Come on, get up. Holy SHIT. T-800: I need a VACATION.

John: You the pin switch? NOOOO! NOOO!!

John: You the pin switch? NOOOO! NOOO!! Sarah: Out of my way, John… John: Don’t kill him. Sarah: IT, John, not HIM, IT.

John: You the pin switch? NOOOO! NOOO!! Sarah: Out of my way, John… John: Don’t kill him. Sarah: IT, John, not HIM, IT. John: Okay. IT. But we NEED IT.

John: You’re tellin’ me that this thing can imitate ANYTHING it TOUCHES?

John:And if you want to chime somebody on you say Hasta La Vista Baby
Terminator:Hasta la vista..baby

John:Are you ever afraid? T-800:No. J:Not even of DYING? T:No. I have to stay fuctional until my mission is over. And it doesn’t matter. J:I see what you mean. I have to stay fuctional, too. {in mocking voice} I’M TOO IMPORTANT.

John:Are you ever afraid? T-800:No. John:Not even of dying? T-800:You don’t have ANY emotion about it one way or another? T-800:No. I have to stay functional until my mission is complete and it doesn’t matter. John:Yeah, I have to stay funtional, too. {MOCKING VOICE}: I’m too IMPORTANT.

John:Are you ever afraid? T-800:No. John:Not even of dying? T-800:You don’t have ANY emotion about it one way or another? T-800:No. I have to stay functional until my mission is complete. And it doesn’t matter. John:Yeah, I have to stay funtional, too. {MOCKING VOICE}: I’m too IMPORTANT.

John:Can you learn stuff you haven’t been programmed with so you can be, you know, more human? And not such a dork all the time? T-800:My CPU is a neural-net processor, a learning computor. But Skynet sets the switch to read-only when we are sent out alone. Sarah: Doesn’t want you to do much thinking, does it? T:No. J:Can we reset the switch?

John:Do you see the pin-switch? Sarah:{TRIES TO BREAK CHIP WITH HAMMER} J:NO! NO!!! S:Out of my way, John. J:Don’t kill him. S: IT. Not HIM, IT. J:Okay, IT. But we NEED IT. S:Now you listen to me. We’re better off on our OWN. J:But he’s the only proof we have. Of the future, and the war and all that! S:Maybe… I don’t TRUST it. J:But he’s my FRIEND. S:John, you don’t know what it’s like to try an’ kill one of these things. And if something goes wrong this may be the only chance we have, so MOVE! J:Look, mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, maybe you should start listening to MY leadership ideas once in awhile. Because if my own MOTHER won’t, how do you expect anyone else to? S:{HITS TABLE W/HAMMER}You play it your way.

John:Don’t kill him. Sarah:IT, John, not HIM, IT. John:Okay. IT. But we NEED IT. Sarah:Listen to me. You listen. We are better off on our OWN! John:But he’s the only proof we HAVE! Of the FUTURE and the WAR and all that!! Sarah:Maybe… I DON’T TRUST IT. John:But he’s my FRIEND alright!? Sarah:You don’t know what it’s like to try an’ kill one of these things. And if something goes wrong this could be our last chance, so MOVE!!! John:Look, Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, maybe you should start listening to MY leadership ideas once in awhile!!! …Because if my own MOTHER won’t, how do you expect any one ELSE to?

John:Don’t kill him. Sarah:IT. Not HIM, IT. J:Okay, IT. But we NEED IT. S:Listen to me, you listen. We are better off on our OWN. J:But he’s the only proof we HAVE. Of the future and the war and all that! S:Maybe. I don’t TRUST it. J:But he’s my FRIEND, alight? S:You don’t know what it’s like to try to kill one of these things. And if something goes wrong this may be our last chance, so MOVE! J:Look, Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, maybe you should try listening to MY leadership ideas once in awhile! Because if my own MOTHER won’t, how do you expect anyone ELSE to?

John:Great, but what happens to HER? T-800:Typically the subject being copied is terminated. J:SHIT! Why didn’t you tell me? We gotta go right NOW! T:Negative, that is not a mission priority. J:FUCK YOU, she’s a priority to ME! Hey, goddamnit what’s your problem? HELP! HELP! GET THIS PSYCHO OFFA ME! T:This does not help our mission. J: HELP! HELP! LEMME GO! OW! WHy THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT ?! T:Because you told me to. J:You have to do what I say, don’t you? T: That is 1 of my mission paremeters. J:Prove it. Stand on 1 foot. YES! Cool, my own TERMINATOR. Jock1:Hey, you OK, kid? J:Take a hike, bozo. Jock2:Man, let’s get outta here. J1:Fuck you, you little dipshit! J: Dipshit? Put your leg down. Did you just call MOI a DIPSHIT? Man, grab this guy, Ican’t believe he called me a dipshit. J2:Let him go! Get off him! J:NOW who’s the dipshit, you jock deuchbag. {T PULLS OUT GUN) J:NO! PUT THE GUN DOWN! GET OUTTA HERE! Jesus, you were gonna KILL that guy! T:Of course, I’m a TERMINATOR. J:Well, you’re not a Terminator anymore, alright? You got that? You just can’t go around KILLING people! T:Why? J:Whaddya mean WHY? ‘Cuz you CAN’T! T:WHY? J:Because you just CAN’T, okay, TRUST ME on this. Look, I’m gonna get my mom. And I ORDER you to help me.

John:Holy SHIT! You’re really REAL! I mean, WHOA. You’re like a machine underneath, right? But sort of alive on the outside? T-800:I’m a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over a metal endoskeleton.

John:I grew up in places like this. So I thought that’s how people lived. Riding around in helicopters, learning how to blow shit up. Then when my mom got busted, I got put in a REGULAR school. All the other kids were into {MOCKING VOICE:} NINTENDO.

John:I need a minute here… You’re tellin’ me that this thing can imitate anything it TOUCHES? T-800:Anything it samples by physical contact. John:Get real. Like it could disguise itself as… a pack of cigarettes? T-800:No. Only an object of equal size. John:Then why doesn’t it just become a bomb or something to get me? T-800:It can’t from complex machines. Guns and explosives have chemicals, moving parts. It doesn’t work that way. But it can form solid metal shapes. John:Like what? T-800:Knives and stabbing weapons.

John:I wish I coulda met my REAL dad. T-800:You WILL. J:Yeah, I guess. I’m like 45 I think. I send him back through time to 1984. Man, he hasn’t even been born yet. Messes with your head. T:The other bolt. J:Here… Mom and him were only together one night. She still loves him I guess. I see her crying sometimes. She denies it totally, though, like she’s got something stuck in her eye… T:Why do you cry? J:You mean people? T:Yeah. J:I dunno. We just cry. You know, when it hurts? T:Pain causes it? J:Uh, no, it’s different. It’s when there’s nothing wrong with you, but you’re hurt anyway. Get it? T:NO.

John:I wish I coulda met my REAL dad. T-800:You WILL. J:Yeah, I guess. I’m, like, 45, I think. I send him back to 1984. Man, he hasn’t even been BORN yet. Messes with your head… Mom and him were only together for 1 night. She still loves him, I guess. I see her crying sometimes. She denies it totally like she got something stuck in her eye… T:Why do you cry? J:You mean people? T:Yeah. J:I dunno. We just cry, you know, when it hurts? T:Pain causes it? J:Um, no, it’s different. It’s when there’s nothing wrong with you, but you’re hurt anyway. Get it? T:NO.

John:Is it dead? T-800:Terminated. J:{PULLS ARM OUT OF HIS BACKPACK} Will THIS melt in there? T:Yes, throw it in. J:{TOSSING ARM INTO STEEL:} ADIOS! T-800:And the chip. John+Sarah:{LOOK AT THE CHIP} J:{TOSSES CHIP INTO STEEL} S:It’s over… T:No. There is one more chip. {POINTS TO HIS HEAD} And it must destroyed also. {HANDS SARAH THE CONTROL} Here. I cannot self-terminate. YOU must lower me into the steel. J:No… No! T:I’m sorry, John… J:No, wait, don’t go. T:I’m sorry. J:No, please! It’ll be okay, stay with US! T:It has to ened here. J:NO, don’t do it, don’t go! T:Sorry. J:I ORDER you not to go. I ORDER YOU NOT TO GO. I ORDER YOU NOT TO GO!! T:I now know why you cry. {WIPES TEAR OFF J’S FACE} But it is something I can never do. J:{HUGS T} T:{STEPS ONTO CHAIN+PUSHES OFF THE EDGE} Goodbye. S:{PRESSES BUTTON}

John:Janelle, it’s me.

John:Janelle, it’s me. T-1000:John? Are you alright? Honey, I was beginning to worry about you. If you hurry home we can all sit down and have dinner together. I’m making beef stew. J:Something’s wrong, she’s never this nice. Todd:What the hell is the goddamn dog barking at? Hey, shut up you worthless piece of shit! J:The dog’s really barking. Could he already be there? T-1000:John? Where are you? T-800:{TAKES PHONE}I’m right here. I’m fine. T-1000:John, it’s late. Honey, please don’t make me worry. Where are you? T-800:What’s the dog’s name? J:Max. T-800:Hey, Janelle, what’s wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking. T-1000:Wolfie’s fine, honey. Wolfie’s just fine. Where are you? T-800:{HANGS UP PHONE}Your foster parents are dead.

John:Janelle, it’s me. T-1000:John? J:Is everything alright? You guys okay? T1k:Sure honey, everything’s fine. Are you alright? John, it’s late. If you hurry home we can sit down and have dinner together. I’m making beef stew. J:{COVERS RECIEVER)Something’s wrong, she’s NEVER this nice. Todd:What the hell is the Goddamned dog’s problem? Hey, shut up you worthless piece of shit! J:Could he already be there? T-800:(TAKES PHONE) Todd:Why dont you tell the kid to get rid of that fucking mutt? T1k:(KILLS TODD)John, are you alright? T-800:I’m right here. I’m fine. T1k:John, it’s late. Honey please don’t make me worry. T-800:(COVERS RECEIEVER)What’s the dog’s name? J:Max. T-800:Hey, Janelle. What’s wrong with Wolfie? I can here him barking. T1k:Wolfie’s fine, honey, Wolfie’s just fine. Where are you? T-800:(HANGS UP PHONE)Your foster parents are dead.

John:Jesus, you were going to kill that guy!
T101:Of course I’m a terminator.
John:Well you’re not a terminator anymore.Ok? You got that? You can’t just go around killing people!
T101:Why?
John:What do you mean why? You just can’t!
T101:Why?
John:You just can’t man! Trust me on this.

John:Look, Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, maybe you should start listening to MY leadership ideas once in awhile!!!

John:Look, Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, maybe you should start listening to MY leadership ideas once in awhile!!! …Because if my own MOTHER won’t, how do you expect any one ELSE to?

John:Most of the guys my mom hung around with were geeks. But there was this one guy, he was kinda cool. He taught me engines. T-800:Hold here. J:Mom screwed it up, of course. She was always tellin’ him about Judgement Day and me bein’ this world leader. That’d be all she wrote. T:Torque wrench please. J:Here. I wish I coulda met my REAL dad. T:You WILL. J:Yeah, I guess. I’m like 45 I think. I send him back through time to 1984. Man, he hasn’t even been born yet. Messes with your head. T:The other bolt. J:Here… Mom and him were only together one night. She still loves him I guess. I see her crying sometimes. She denies it totally, though, like she’s got something stuck in her eye… T:Why do you cry? J:You mean people? T:Yeah. J:I dunno. We just cry. You know, when it hurts? T:Pain causes it? J:Uh, no, it’s different. It’s when there’s nothing wrong with you, but you’re hurt anyway. Get it? T:NO.

John:No fate… No fate but what we make! My father taught me this… I mean, I made him memorize it up in the future as a message to HER… Never mind. Now, the whole thing goes THE FUTURE IS NOT SET. THERE’S NO FATE BUT WHAT WE MAKE FOR OURSELVES. T-800:She intends to change the future. John:Yeah, I guess… Oh, SHIT! T-800:Dyson. John:Yeah. Gotta be. MYLES DYSON! She’s gonna BLOW HIM AWAY!

John:No fate… No fate but what we make… My father taught me this… I mean, I made him memorize it up in the future as a message to HER… Never mind. Okay, the whole thing goes THE FUTURE IS NOT SET. THERE IS NO FATE BUT WHAT WE MAKE FOR OURSELVES. T-800:She intends to change the future. J:Yeah, I guess… OH, SHIT! T:Dyson? J:Yeah, gotta be. MYLES DYSON! She’s gonna blow him away!

John:Now don’t take this the wrong way, but you ARE a Terminator, right? T-800:Correct. Cyberdyne Systems model 101. J:{CHECKS WOUNDS ON T’S BACK}Holy SHIT! You’re really REAL! I mean, WHOA! You’re like a machine underneath, right? But sort of alive on the outside? T:I’m a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over a metal endoskeleton. J:This is INTENSE… Okay, you’re not here to kill me. I figured that part out for myself. So what’s the deal? T:My mission is to protect you. J:Yeah? Who sent you? T:YOU did. 35 years from now you reprogram me to be your protector HERE, in THIS time. J:This is DEEP…

John:Okay, time out! STOP THE BIKE! Time out! C’mon, STOP THE BIKE!! Holy sh… Now don’t take this the wrong way, but you ARE a Terminator, right?

John:Okay, time out! STOP THE BIKE! Time out! C’mon, STOP THE BIKE!! Holy sh… Now don’t take this the wrong way, but you ARE a Terminator, right? T-800:Yes. Cyberdyne Systems, model 101. John:No… {SEES BLOOD} Holy SHIT! You’re really REAL! I mean, WHOA! You’re like a machine underneath, right? But sort of alive on the outside? T-800:I’m a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over a metal endoskeleton. John:This is intense… Get a GRIP, John. Okay, um, you’re not here to kill me. I figured that part out for myself. So what’s the deal? T-800:My mission is to protect you. John:Yeah? Who sent you? T-800:YOU did. 35 years from now you reprogram me to be your protector here, in this time. John:This is DEEP…

John:Okay, TIME OUT! STOP THE BIKE!! Time out, come on! STOP THE BIKE!!

John:So this other guy, he’s a Terminator like you, right? T-800:Not like me. T-1000. Advanced prototype. J:You mean more avanced than YOU are? T:Yes. A mimetic polyalloy. J:What the hell does THAT mean? T:Liquid metal. J:Hey, where we goin’? T:We have to get out of the city immediately. And avoid the authorities. J:Listen, I gotta stop by my house. I wanna pick up some stuff. T:Negative. The T-1000 would definitely try to reaquire you there. J:You sure? T:I would.

John:This is DEEP…

John:We gotta stop her. T-800:Killing Dyson might actually PREVENT the war. J:I DON’T CARE! Haven’t you learned anything yet? Haven’t you learned why you can’t kill people? {T-800 SHRUGS} I know YOU don’t care if you live or die, but other people aren’t like that. We have FEELINGS. We HURT. We’re AFRAID.

John:Why the hell did you do that? T-800:Because you told me to. John:What? You hafta do what I say, huh? T:That is 1 of my mission paremeters. John:Prove it. Stand on 1 foot. {T LIFTS HIS LEG} John:YES! Cool, my own TERMINATOR. Jock:You okay, kid? John:Take a hike, bozo. Jock:FUCK YOU, you little dipshit!! John:Dipshit? {Whispering:}Put your leg down. {Normal:}Did you just call MOI a DIPSHIT? Grab this guy. {T LIFTS JOCK BY HIS HAIR}John:NOW who’s the dipshit, you jock deutchbag! {T PULLS OUT GUN}John:NO! Put the gun DOWN, NOW! Get outta here!! Jesus, you were gonna KILL that guy! T:Of COURSE. I’m a TERMINATOR. John:Listen to me very carefully, okay? You’re not a Terminator anymore, alright? You got that? You just can’t go around KILLING people! T:Why? J:Whaddya mean WHY? ‘Cuz you CAN’T! T:WHY? J:Because you just CAN’T, okay? TRUST ME on this. Look, I’m gonna go get my mom, and I ORDER you to help me.

John:Why the hell did you do that?! T-800:Because you told me to. J:What? You hafta do what I say, huh? T:That’s 1 of my mission parameters. J:Prove it. Stand on 1 foot. T:{LIFTS LEG} J:YES! Cool, my own TERMINATOR. Jock:Hey, you okay, kid? J:Take a hike, bozo. Jock:What? Fuck you, you little dipshit! J:Dipshit? {WHISPERING:}Put your leg down.{NORMAL VOICE} Did you call MOI a DIPSHIT?

John:You gotta listen to the way people talk. You don’t say AFFIRMATIVE, or some shit like that. You say NO PROBLEMMO. And if someone comes up to you with an attitude, you say EAT ME. And if you wanna shine them on, it’s ASTA LA VISTA, BABY. T-800:Asta la vista, baby. J:Yeah, or LATER DICKWAD. And if someone gets upset, you say CHILL OUT. Or you could do combinations. T: Chill out, dickwad.

John:You just can’t go around KILLING people! T:Why? J:Whaddya mean WHY? ‘Cuz you CAN’T! T:WHY? J:Because you just CAN’T, okay? TRUST ME on this. Look, I’m gonna go get my mom, and I ORDER you to help me.

John:You see, we spent a lot of time in Niceragua and places like that. For awhile there she was with this crazy ex-greenberet, running guns. Then there was some other guys. She’d shack up to anyone she could learn from so she could teach me to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER. Then she gets busted. And it’s like ‘SORRY, KID, YOUR MOM’S A PSYCHO, DIDN’T YOU KNOW?’ It’s like everything I’ve been brought up to believe is all made of BULLSHIT. I HATED her for that. But everything she said was TRUE. She knew. And nobody believed her. Not even ME. That’s it, we gotta get her outta there.

John:You see, we spent a lotta time in Niceraqua and places like that. For awhile there she was with this crazy ex-greenberet guy, running guns. Then there were some other guys. She’d shack up to anyone she could learn from so she could teach me how to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER. Then she gets busted, and it’s like ‘Sorry kid, you’re mom’s a psycho. Didn’t you know?’ It’s like everything I’ve been brought up to believe is all made of BULLSHIT. I HATED her for that. But everything she said was true. She knew. And nobody believed her. Not even me… Listen, we gotta get her outta there. T-800:Negative. The T-1000’s highest probability for success now will be to copy Sarah Conner and to wait for you to make contact with her. John:Great, what happens to HER? T-800:Typically the subject being copied is terminated. John:SHIT! Why didn’t you TELL me? We gotta go right NOW! T-800:Negative. It’s not a mission priority. John:FUCK YOU! She’s a priority to ME!! Hey, Goddamnit, what’s your problem? Goddamnit it! HELP! HELP! T-800:This does not help our mission. John:HELP! GET THIS PSYCHO OFFA ME! HELP! HELP! I’M BEING KIDNAPPED! GET THIS PSYCHO OFFA ME! LEMME GO!! T-800:{drops John} John:Why the hell did you do that?! T-800:Because you told me to. John:What? You hafta do what I say, huh? T-800:That’s one of my mission parameters. John:Prove it. Stand on one foot. T-800:{lifts leg} John:YES! Cool, my own TERMINATOR! Jock1:You okay, kid? John:Take hike, bozo. Jock1:What? Jock2:Man, let’s get outta here. Jock1:Fuck you, you little DIPSHIT! John:Dipshit? {whispering:} Put your leg down. {speaking:} Did you call MOI a DIPSHIT? Man, grab this guy. I can’t believe he called me a dipshit. T-800:{grabs Jock1 by the hair} John:NOW who’s the dipshit, you jock deutchbag! T-800:{pulls out pistil} John:NO! Put the gun down, NOW! Get outta here! Jesus, you were gonna KILL that guy! T-800:Of course. I’m a TERMINATOR. John:Listen to me very carefully, okay? You’re NOT a Terminator anymore, al

John:You the pin switch? NOOOO! NOOO!! Sarah:Out of my way, John… John:Don’t kill him. Sarah:IT, John, not HIM, IT. John:Okay. IT. But we NEED IT. Sarah:Listen to me. You listen. We are better off on our OWN! John:But he’s the only proof we HAVE! Of the FUTURE and the WAR and all that!! Sarah:Maybe… I DON’T TRUST IT. John:But he’s my FRIEND alright!? Sarah:You don’t know what it’s like to try an’ kill one of these things. And if something goes wrong this could be our last chance, so MOVE!!!

John{WHISPERING}: Put your leg down.

kNOCK KNOCK I LET HIM HIM GO WHY I LIED MY FREIND IS DEAD TIRED AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOOOOO IT QUUUIIIK GET TO THE CHOPPER STICK AROUND HELLO IM ARNOLD BROWNSVAGER ILL BE BACK WROOOONG

Kyle:Sarah? Sarah wake up. Sarah:Kyle? You’re DEAD. K:Where’s our son Sarah? S:They took him away from me. K:He’s the target now. He’s all alone. YOU have to protect him. S:I know. You tell me how I’m supposed to do that. He doesn’t even believe me anymore. I’ve lost him. K:You’re STRONG, Sarah. Stronger than you ever thought you could be. I love you Sarah, I always have. S:I need you now. K:I’ll always be with you. Remember the message. THE FUTURE IS NOT SET. THERE IS NO FATE BUT WHAT WE MAKE FOR OURSELVES. S:Stay with me. K:There’s not mush time left in the world, Sarah.

Lewis: Hey, Gwen, you want some coffee? Gwen: No thanks. How ’bout a beer? Lewis: Yeah, right… Hey! I got a full house! Gwen: That’s good, Lewis. Lewis: Must be my lucky day. T-1000: {STABS LEWIS THROUGH THE EYE}

Living tissue over metal endo skeleton

Look, I just sat here and told you that your SON is missing. That the foster parents have been MURDERED. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Don’t you care?

Man: That’s a damn MINI-GUN!!

Man: You hurt? T-1000: {STEALS SEMT+STARTS DOWN HIGHWAY} T-800: We need your truck.

MD:I feel like I’m gonna throw up… You’re judging me on things I haven’t even done. How were we supposed to know? SC:Hmph. Right. HOW were 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- JC:Mom… SC:And DESTUCTION- JC:MOM!! We need to be a little more CONSTRUCTIVE here.

MD:You’re judging me on things I haven’t even done. How were we supposed to know? SC:Hmph. Right. HOW were 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- JC:Mom… SC:And DESTUCTION- JC:MOM!! We need to be a little more CONSTRUCTIVE here.

Mrs.Dyson:Myles, are you gonna work ALL DAY? Myles:I’m sorry, baby but this thing is just kickin’ my ASS. MD:Myles, it’s SUNDAY. You promised to take the kids to Raging Waters today. M:I can’t today. I’m on a roll. {LOOKS AT MD} Baby, this is gonna blow ’em all away. It’s a neural-net processor- MD:I know. You told me. It’s a neural-net processor. It thinks and learns like we do. It’s SUPER conductive at ROOM TEMPERATURE. Other computers are just POCKET CALCULATORS in comparison. But why’s that so goddamn IMPORTANT Myles? I REALLY need to know because sometimes I think I’m goin’ crazy. M: …Imagine a jet airliner with a pilot who never shows up late, never makes mistakes, never shows up to work with a HANGOVER. Meet the pilot. MD:Why did we get married, Myles? Why did we have these children? Your heart and your mind are in HERE. But it doesn’t LOVE you like we do.

Myles Dyson: Baby, this is gonna blow ’em all away. It’s a neural-net processor- Mrs. Dyson: I know, you told me. It’s a neural-net processor, it thinks and learns like we do. It’s SUPER conductive at ROOM TEMPERATURE. Other computers are just POCKET CALCULATORS by comparison.

Narrator: It’s not everyday that you find out that your responsible for three million deaths. He took it pretty well. 1: I feel like I’m gonna throw up.

Neo from the Matrix: Terminator….it ends tonight.
Terminator: I know it does i have seen it!
Power puff girl: I suck dick for a dollar

NO FATE

NO FATE. The future’s not set. There’s no fate but what we make ourselves.

No Fate…No Fate but what we make!

NOW who’s the dipshit, you jock deutchbag!

Now who’s the dipshit, you jock douche bag?

NOW who’s the dipshit, you jock douchebag!

Okay, time out! STOP THE BIKE! Time out! C’mon, STOP THE BIKE!!

Out of all the would be father this thing this terminator was the only thing that could add up. It would never say it was to busy to spend any time with him or get drunk and hit him.

Outta the car!! {shoots windshield} RIGHT NOW!!!

please insert your stolen card now

Please insert your stolen card now.

Put your leg down.

Radio: All units in the vecinity, and all units able to respond. A 211 in progress at 2144 Kramer St, the Cyberdyne building. Suspect 1 is white female, identified as first name CONNER last name SARAH. Escaped last night from Pescadero State Hospital. Suspect 2, white male, fitting description of the individual wanted for the murder of police officers in 1984. Suspects are armed and considered extremely dangerous.

Sarah: 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. Of all the would-be fathers that came and went over the years, this thing, this Terminator, was the only one that measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.

Sarah: 3billion lives ended on August 29, 1997. The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgement Day. But they lived only to face a NEW nightmare… The war against the machines.

Sarah: Anybody not wearing 2MILLION sunblock is gonna have a real BAD DAY, get it?!?!

Sarah: Can you get us in? Past security? Dyson: I think so, yeah. When? {T-800 AND SARAH STAND UP} Dyson: NOW?

Sarah: Can you get us in? Past security? Dyson: Yeah, I think so. When? … NOW?

Sarah: Chopper, comin’ in! T-800: It’s HIM.

Sarah: Chopper, comin’ in! T-800?: It’s HIM.

Sarah: Dyson listened while the Terminator laid it all down. The future, Skynet, the history of things to come. It’s not every day you find out you’re responsible for 3billion deaths. He took it pretty well… Dyson: I feel like I’m gonna throw-up…

Sarah: Dyson listened while the Terminator layed it all down. The future. Skynet. The history of things to come. He took it pretty well. Dyson: I feel like I’m gonna throw up.

Sarah: Good mornig, Dr. Silberman. How’s the knee?

Sarah: Good morning, Dr. Silberman. How’s the knee?

Sarah: Got any cash? John: I got a couple hundred bucks. I’ll give you half. Sarah: {TAKES THE CASH FROM HIS HANDS} John: MOM! Sarah: {HANDS HIM BILLS} Get some food. John: PSH! No sense of HUMOR.

Sarah: HE’LL KILL US ALL! HE’LL KILL US ALL!! HE’LL KILL US ALL!!!

Sarah: How much do you know about Dyson? T-800: I have detailed files. Sarah: I wanna know everything. What he looks like, where he lives, EVERYTHING.

Sarah: I just came for my stuff. I need clothes, food, and one of your trucks. Enrique: Hey, how ’bout the fillings outta my fuckin’ teeth while your at it? Sarah: NOW, Enrique.

Sarah: I know the date it happens! Dr.S: I’m sure it FEELS very real to you. Sarah: On August 29, 1997, it’s gonna feel pretty FUCKIN’ real to you, too! Anybody not wearing 2million sunblock is gonna have a real BAD DAY, GET IT?!

Sarah: I love you, John… I always have.

Sarah: I need to know how Skynet gets built. Who’s responsible? T-800: The man most directly responsible is Myles Bennet Dyson.

Sarah: I need to know how Skynet gets built. Who’s responsible? T-800: The man most directly responsible is Myles Bennet Dyson. Sarah: Who is that? T-800: He is the head of Special Projects at Cyberdyne Systems Corporation.

Sarah: In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.

Sarah: It’s like a giant… strobe light. Burning right through my eyes.

Sarah: It’s like a giant… strobe light. Burning right through my eyes. But somehow I can still see.

Sarah: It’s not a dream, you moron. It’s REAL. Dr. Silberman: I’m sure it FEELS real to you. Sarah: On August 29, 1997, it’s gonna feel pretty FUCKIN’ REAL to YOU, too!

Sarah: It’s not every day you find out you’re responsible for 3billion deaths. He took it pretty well… Dyson: I feel like I’m gonna throw up.

Sarah: It’s over…

Sarah: It’s over… T-800:NO. There is one more chip. {POINTS TO HIS HEAD} And it must be destroyed also.

Sarah: Keep it under 65. We don’t wanna get pulled over. T-800: Affirmative. John: You gotta listen to the way people talk. You don’t say AFFIRMATIVE, or some shit like that. You say NO PROBLEMMO.

Sarah: Listen, no matter what happens, you stay under these vests, you got it?

Sarah: Look, you know the dream is the same every night why do I have to..

Dr.Sliberman: Please continue.

Sarah:The children look like burnt paper, black, and then the blast wave hits them… and they fly apart like leaves. *Sarahs cries*

Dr. Silberman: its a dream Sarah, a dream!

Sarah: Its not a dream alright its real..

Dr.Silberman: Im sure it feels real..

Sarah: On August 29, 1997 its going to feel pretty fukin’ real to you to! Anybody not wearing 2 million sunblock is going to have a real bad day get it? You think your saving a life? Your already dead, him you your dead all ready! This whole place everything you see is gone! Your the one living in a fucking dream Sliberman, cause I know it happens, it happens…(draws in breath, tape stops)

Sarah: On August 29, 1997 it’s gonna feel pretty fuckin’ real to you, too! Anybody not wearing 2million sunblock is gonna have a real BAD DAY, GET IT? You think you’re safe and alive? You’re already dead! EVERYBODY! Him, you, you’re DEAD already! This whole place, everything you see here is GONE! YOU’RE the one livin’ in a FUCKIN’ DREAM, SILBERMAN! ‘Cause I know it happens! IT HAPPENS!!

Sarah: OUTTA THE CAR!! {shoots the winshield} RIGHT NOW!!!

Sarah: OUTTA THE CAR!! {shoots windshield} RIGHT NOW!!!

Sarah: The computer controlling the machines, Skynet, sent 2 Terminators back through time. Their mission: To destroy the leader of the human resistance. John Conner, my son. The first Terminator was sent to kill me before he John was born. It failed. The second was sent 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. The only question was which one of them would reach him first.

Sarah: The computer controlling the machines, Skynet, sent 2 Terminators back through time. Their mission: To destroy the leader of the human resistance. John Conner, my son. The first Terminator was sent to try to kill me before John was born. It failed. The second was sent 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. The only question was which one of them would reach him first.

Sarah: The computer controlling the machines, Skynet, sent TWO Terminators back through time. There mission: To destroy the leader of the human resistance, John Conner, my son.

Sarah: The future, always so clear to me, had become like a black highway at night. We were in uncharted territory now, making up history as we went along…

Sarah: The luxery of hope was given to me by a Terminator. Because if a machine, a Terminator can learn the value of human life, maybe we can too.

Sarah: 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…

Sarah: The unknown future rolls toward us. I face it for the first time with a sense of hope. Because if a Terminator can learn the value of human life, maybe WE can, too.

Sarah: There’s 215 bones in the human body. That’s ONE. Now DON’T MOVE. {FILLS SYRINGE W/ DRAIN CLEANER} Dr. Silberman: What are you going to do?

Sarah: There’s 215 bones in the human body. That’s ONE. Now DON’T MOVE. {FILLS SYRINGE W/DRAIN CLEANER} Dr. Silberman: What are you going to do?

Sarah: There’s 215 bones in the human body. That’s ONE. Now DON’T MOVE. {FILLS SYRINGE WITH DRAIN CLEANER} Dr. Silberman: What are you going to do?

Sarah: What the FUCK is it?! What the FUCK is goin’ on?!

Sarah: Will these heal up? Arnie: Yes. Sarah: Good. You can’t pass for human, you’re no good to us. John: How long do you live? I mean, last, or whatever. Arnie: 120 years with my existant power cell. John: Can you learn stuff that you haven’t been programmed with? So you can be, you know, more human? And not such a dork all the time? Arnie: My CPU is a neural-net processor, a learning computer. But Skynet presets the switch to read-only when we are sent out alone. Sarah: Doesn’t want you to do much thinking, huh? Arnie: No. John: Can we reset the switch?

Sarah: Will these heal up? Arnie: Yes. Sarah: Good. You can’t pass for human, you’re no good to us. John: How long do you live? I mean, last, or whatever. Arnie: 120 years with my existant power cell. John: Can you learn stuff that you haven’t been programmed with? So you can be, you know, more human? And not such a dork all the time? Arnie: My CPU is a neural-net processor, a learning computer. The more contact I have with humans, the more I learn. John: Cool.

Sarah: You don’t know what it’s like to try and KILL one of these things.

Sarah: You don’t know what it’s like to try and KILL one of these things. And if something goes wrong, this may be our last chance, so MOVE!!!!

Sarah: You have to let me see my son. Please. PLEASE. He’s in great danger, he’s NAKED without me. If I could just make a phine call- Dr. Silberman: I’m afraid not. Not for a while. I’m going to recommend to the review board that you stay HERE for another six months. Sarah: …I’LL KILL YOU! YOU SON OF A BITCH! SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!!

Sarah: You have to let me see my son. Please. PLEASE. He’s in great danger, he’s NAKED without me. If I could just make a phone call- Dr. Silberman: I’m afraid not. Not for a while. I’m going to recommend to the review board that you stay HERE for another six months. Sarah: …I’LL KILL YOU! YOU SON OF A BITCH! SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!!

Sarah:Are you all right? John:Yeah. Can you even see anything? T-800:I see EVERYTHING. J:Cool. S:Come here. J:{HUGS SARAH} S:{SEARCHES JOHN FOR INJURIES} J:I SAID I was OKAY! S:John, it was STUPID of you to go there. Goddamnit, you have to be SMARTER than that, you almost got yourself KILLED. What were you THINKING? You CANNOT go risking yourself, even for ME. Do you understand? You’re TOO IMPORTANT! J:But… I had to get you outta that place. I’m SORRY. S:I didn’t need your help, I can take care of MYSELF. T-800:What’s wrong with your eyes? J:Nothin’.

Sarah:Are you alright? John:Yeah. S:Come here. John:{HUGS SARAH} Sarah:{SEARCHES JOHN FOR INJURIES} J:I said I was okay!! S:John, it was STUPID of you to go there. Goddamnit, you have to be SMARTER than that! You almost got yourself KILLED! What were you THINKING? You cannot go risking yourself, even for ME! You’re too IMPORTANT! J:But… I had to get you outta that place. I’m SORRY. S:I didn’t need your help, I can take care of myself. J:{STARTS CRYING} T-800: What is wrong with your eyes? J:Nothin’.

Sarah:Got any cash? John:I got a couple hundred bucks. I’ll give you half. S:{GRABS CASH FROM JOHN’S HAND} J:MOM!! S:Get some food. J: …Psh! No sense of humor. T-800+John:{GET OUT OF CAR} J:And that’s another thing. You can lighten up a bit YOURSELF. This severe routine is gettin’ kinda old. You’re acting like such a GEEK. Smile once in a while. T:Smile? J:Yeah. You know, SMILE. Here, watch. Hi. Nice place you got here. How’s business? Woman:Gimme a BREAK. J:Okay, bad example. Uh… See that guy over there? THAT’S a smile. T:{TRIES TO SMILE} J:That’s good… Maybe you could practice in front of a mirror or something…

Sarah:I almost… I almost…{HUGS JOHN} John:It’ll be okay, Mom, it’ll be okay. We’ll figure something out, okay? I promise. S:You came here to stop me? J:Yeah, I did. S:I love you, John. I always have.

Sarah:I DON’T TRUST IT. John:But he’s my FRIEND alright!? Sarah:You don’t know what it’s like to try an’ kill one of these things. And if something goes wrong this could be our last chance, so MOVE!!! John:Look, Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, maybe you should start listening to MY leadership ideas once in awhile!!! …Because if my own MOTHER won’t, how do you expect any one ELSE to?

Sarah:I know the date it happens! Dr.S:I’m sure it FEELS very real to you. S:On August 29, 1997, it’s gonna feel pretty FUCKIN’ real to you, too! Anybody not wearing 2million sunblsck is gonna have a real BAD DAY, get it? You think you’re safe and alive? You’re already DEAD! Him, you, you’re DEAD already! This whole place is GONE! YOU’RE the one livin’ in a FUCKIN’ DREAM, Silberman! ‘Cause I know it happens! It HAPPENS!!

Sarah:I need to know how Skynet gets built. Who’s responsible? T-800:The man most directly responsible is Myles Bennet Dyson. S:Who is that? T:The head of Special Projects at Cyberdyne Systems Corporation. S:Why him? T:In 3months he creates a revolutionary type of microprocessor. S:Go on, then what? T:In 3years Cyberdyne becomes the largest supplier of military computers. All stealth bombers are upgraded w/Cyberdyne computer systems, becoming fully unmanned. They fly with a perfect operational record, removing all human decisions from strategic defense. The Skynet funding bill is passed. It begins to learn at a geometric rate. It becomes self-aware at 2:14AM August 29. In a panic, they try to pull the plug. S:Skynet fights back? T:Yes. It launches its missiles at the targets in Russia. John:Why attack RUSSIA? Aren’t they our friends now? T:Because Skynet knows that the Russian counter-attack will iliminate its enemy here. S:Jesus… How much do you know about Dyson? T:I have detailed files. S:I wanna know everything. What he looks like, where he lives, EVERYTHING.

Sarah:I need to know how Skynet gets built. Who’s responsible? T-800:The man most directly responsible is Myles Bennet Dyson. S:Who is that? T:The head of Special Projects at Cyberdyne Systems Corporation. S:Why him? T:In 3months he creates a revolutionary type of microprocessor. S:Go on, then what? T:In 3years Cyberdyne becomes the largest supplier of military computers. All stealth bombers are upgraded w/Cyberdyne computer systems, becoming fully unmanned. They fly with a perfect operational record, removing all human decisions from strategic defense. The Skynet funding bill is passed. It begins to learn at a geometric rate. It becomes self-aware at 2:14AM August 29. In a panic, they try to pull the plug. S:Skynet fights back? T:Yes. It launches its missiles at the targets in Russia. John:Why attack RUSSIA? Aren’t they our friends now? T:Because Skynet knows that the Russian counter-attack will iliminate its enemy here. S:Jesus… How mush do you know about Dyson? T:I have detailed files. S:I wanna know everything. What he looks like, where he lives, EVERYTHING.

Sarah:I need to know how Skynet gets built. Who’s responsible? T-800:The man most directly responsible is Myles Bennet Dyson. S:Who is that? T:The head of Special Projects at Cyberdyne Systems Incorporated. S:Why him? T:In 3 months he develops a new type of micro-processor. S:Go on. Then what? T:In 3 years Cyberdyne becomes the largest supplier of miltary computers. All stealth bombers are upgraded with Cyberdyne computers making them fully un-manned. The Skynet funding bill is passed. It begins learning at an incredible rate. It becomes slef-aware at 2:14AM eastern time August 29, 1997. In a panic, they try to pull the plug. S:Skynet fights back? T:Yes. S:How much do you know about Dyson? T:I have detailed files. S:I wanna know everything. What he looks like, where he lives, EVERYTHING.

Sarah:I need to know how Skynet gets built. Who’s responsible? T-800:The man most directly responsible is Myles Bennet Dyson. S:Who is that? T:The head of Special Projects at Cyberdyne Systems Incorporated. S:Why him? T:In 3 months he develops a new type of micro-processor. S:Go on. Then what? T:In 3 years Cyberdyne becomes the largest supplier of miltary computers. All stealth bombers are upgraded with Cyberdyne computers making them fully un-manned. The Skynet funding bill is passed. It begins learning at an incredible rate. It becomes slef-aware at 2:14AM eastern time August 29, 1997. In a panic, they try to pull the plug. S:Skynet fights back? T:Yes. SLHow much do you know about Dyson? T:I have detailed files. S:I wanna know everything. What he looks like, where he lives, EVERYTHING.

Sarah:I’m much better now. Clearer. DrSilberman:Yes, your attitude has been much improved lately. S:IT helped me to have a goal. Something to look forward to. DS:And what is that? S:Well, you said that if I showed improvement after 6months, you would transfer me to the minimum security wing, and I could have visitors. Well, it’s been 6months, and I was looking forward to seeing my son. DS:Hm. Let’s go back to what you were saying about those Terminator machines. Now you think they DON’T exist? S:They DON’T exist. I know that now. DS:But you’ve told me on many occasions how you crushed one in a hydraulic press. S:If I had there would’ve been some evidence. They would’ve found something at the factory. DS:So you don’t believe anymore that the company covered it up? S:No. Why would they? {LATER:} S:So what do you think, doctor? I have shown improvement, haven’t I? DS:Well, here’s the thing. I know how smart you are. And I think you’re just telling me what I wanna hear. I think if I put you in minimum security, you sould just try to escape again. S:You have to let me see my son. Please. PLEASE. He’s in great danger, he’s NAKED without me. If I could just make a phine call- DS:I’m afraid not. Not for a while. No, I’m going to recommend to the review board that you stay HERE for another six months. S: … I’LL KILL YOU! YOU SON OF A BITCH! SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!!

Sarah:It’s like a giant… strobe light. Burning right through my eyes. But somehow I can still see. Oh, God… We know the dream’s the same every night. Why do I have to- Dr.Silberman:Please continue. S: …Children look like burnt paper. Black. Not moving. Then the balst wave hits them. {SOBS}And they fly apart like leaves! DS:DREAMS. Dreams about armageddon are fairly common. S:It’s not a dream, you moron. It’s REAL. DS:I’m sure it FEELS very real to you. S:On August 29, 1997 it’s gonna feel pretty FUCKIN’ real to YOU, too! Anybody not wearing 2million sunblock is gonna have a real BAD DAY, get it?

Sarah:It’s like a giant… strobe light… burning right through my eyes. But somehow I can still see… We know the dream’s the same every night. Why do I have to- DrSilberman:Please continue. S:…Children look like burnt paper. Black. Not moving. Then the blast wave hits them. And they fly apart like LEAVES! DS:DREAMS. Catechisms of the end of the world are VERY common. S:It’s not a dream you moron, it’s REAL. I know the date it happens! DS:I’m sure it FEELS very real to you. S:On August 29, 1997 it’s gonna feel pretty fuckin’ real to you, too! Anybody not wearing 2million sunblock is gonna have a real BAD DAY, GET IT? You think you’re safe and alive? You’re already dead! EVERYBODY! Him, you, you’re DEAD already! This whole place, everything you see here is GONE! YOU’RE the one livin’ in a FUCKIN’ DREAM, SILBERMAN! ‘Cause I know it happens! IT HAPPENS!!

Sarah:Keep it under 65. We don’t wanna get pulled over. T-800: Affirmative. John:No, no, no, no. You don’t say AFFIRMATIVE or some shit like that, you say NO PROBLEMMO. And if someone comes up to you with an attitude, you say EAT ME. And if you wanna shine ’em on, it’s ASTA LA VISTA BABY. T:Asta la vista, baby. J:Yeah, or LATER DICKWAD. And if someone gets upset, you say CHILL OUT. Or you could use combinations. T:Chill out, dickwad.

Sarah:Keep it under 65. We don’t wanna get pulled over. T-800:Affirmative. John:No, no, no, no. You don’t say AFFIRMATIVE or some shit like that. You say NO PROBLEMMO. And if someone comes up to you with an attitude, you say EAT ME. And if you wanna shine ’em on, it’s ASTA LA VISTA, BABY. And if someone gets upset, you say CHILL OUT. Or you could use combinations. T-800:Chill out, dickwad.

Sarah:Of all the would-be fathers, this THING, this TERMINATOR was the only one that measured up. It would never leave him. And it would never HURT him. Never shout at him. Never get drunk and hit him. Never say it was too busy to spend time with him. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.

Sarah:So what do you think, Doctor? I have shown improvement, haven’t I? Dr. Silberman:Well, Sarah, here’s the problem. I know how smart you are. And I think you’re just telling me what I wanna hear. I know you really believe what you’re telling me today. I think if I put you in minimum security you would just try to escape again. S:You have to let me see my son. Please. PLEASE. He’s in great danger, he’s NAKED without me. If I could just make a phone call- DS:I’m afraid not. Not for awhile. I’m afraid I have no choice but to recommend to the review board that you stay here for another 6 months. S:I’ll KILL YOU!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!!

Sarah:So what do you think, doctor? I have shown improvement, haven’t I? DrSilberman:Well, here’s the thing. I know how smart you are. And I think you’re just telling me what I wanna hear. I think if I put you in minimum security, you sould just try to escape again. S:You have to let me see my son. Please. PLEASE. He’s in great danger, he’s NAKED without me. If I could just make a phine call- DS:I’m afraid not. Not for a while. I’m going to recommend to the review board that you stay HERE for another six months. S: …I’LL KILL YOU! YOU SON OF A BITCH! SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!!

Sarah:So what’s YOUR story?

Sarah:The computer which controlled the machines, Skynet, sent TWO Terminators back through time. Their mission: To destroy the leader of the human resistance, John Conner, my son. The first Terminator was programmed to strike at me in the year 1984. 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.

Sarah:The future, always so clear to me, had become like a black highway at night. We were in uncharted territory now, making up history as we went along.

Sarah:Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly all 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 that came and went over the years, this THING, this TERMINATOR was the only one that measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.

Sarah: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, this machine, this TERMINATOR, was the only one that measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.

Sarah:We are better off on our OWN! John:But he’s the only proof we HAVE! Of the FUTURE and the WAR and all that!! Sarah:Maybe… I DON’T TRUST IT. John:But he’s my FRIEND alright!? Sarah:You don’t know what it’s like to try an’ kill one of these things. And if something goes wrong this could be our last chance, so MOVE!!! John:Look, Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, maybe you should start listening to MY leadership ideas once in awhile!!! …Because if my own MOTHER won’t, how do you expect any one ELSE to?

Sarah:You don’t know what it’s like to try an’ kill one of these things. And if something goes wrong this could be our last chance, so MOVE!!! John:Look, Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this GREAT MILITARY LEADER, maybe you should start listening to MY leadership ideas once in awhile!!! …Because if my own MOTHER won’t, how do you expect any one ELSE to?

Say, that’s a nice bike…

SC:All you know how to create is DEATH- JC:Mom… SC:And DESTUCTION- JC:MOM!! We need to be a little more CONSTRUCTIVE here.

SC:Dyson listened while the Terminator layed it all down. Skynet, Judgement Day, the history of things to come. It’s not every day you find out you’re responsible for 3billion deaths. He took it pretty well… MD:I feel like I’m gonna throw up… You’re judging me on things I haven’t even done. How were we supposed to know? SC:Hmph. Right. HOW were 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- JC:Mom… SC:And DESTUCTION- JC:MOM!! We need to be a little more CONSTRUCTIVE here.

SC:Hmph. Right. HOW were 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- JC:Mom… SC:And DESTUCTION- JC:MOM!! We need to be a little more CONSTRUCTIVE here.

SC:It’s not every day you find out you’re responsible for 3billion deaths. He took it pretty well… MD:I feel like I’m gonna throw up… You’re judging me on things I haven’t even done. How were we supposed to know? SC:Hmph. Right. HOW were 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- JC:Mom… SC:And DESTUCTION- JC:MOM!! We need to be a little more CONSTRUCTIVE here.

SC: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- JC:Mom… SC:And DESTUCTION- JC:MOM!! We need to be a little more CONSTRUCTIVE here.

SC: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- JC:Mom… SC:And DESTUCTION- JC:MOM!! We need to be a little more CONSTRUCTIVE here.

She stabbed me in the knee with a pen a couple of weeks ago.

SILBERMAN: I know it may seem real, Sarah.
SARAH: Yeah? Well on August 29, 1997 it’s gonna feel pretty fuckin’ real! Anybody not wearing 2 million sunblock is gonna have a real bad day, get it?!

Silberman:You’re not a KILLER, Sarah. I don’t believe you. Sarah:You’re already DEAD, Silberman. Everybody DIES. You know I believe it, so don’t FUCK with me!!

So what’s your story?

Stay here. I’ll be back.

Stop peeing on my leg you lttle bastard

T-1000: Are you the legal guardian of John Conner? Todd: That’d right, officer. What’s he done now?

T-1000: Are you the legal guardian of John Conner? Todd: That’d right, officer. What’s he done now? T-1000: Could I speak with him, please? Todd: You could if he were here. He took off on his bike this morning, so he could be anywhere.

T-1000: CALL TO JOHN.

T-1000: Call to John. Sarah: NO. {T-1000 twists spike in Sarah’s shoulder} T: I KNOW this hurts. Call to John NOW. Sarah: FUCK YOU.

T-1000: CALL TO JOHN. Sarah: {SOBS} NO. T-1000: {TWISTS FINGERSPIKE} I KNOW this hurts. CALL JOHN. {EXTENDS SECOND FINGERSPIKE} CALL TO JOHN NOW. Sarah: FUCK YOU.

T-1000: GET OUT.

T-1000: Hey, you know this guy? Tim: Nah, I don’t know him. {RUNS AND FINDS JOHN} John! John: Not now, not now! Tim: Hey, man, there’s this cop scopin’ for you. Check it out. Split, man, just go. John: Yeah. {HEADS TOWARDS BACKDOOR} T-1000: {FOLLOWS JOHN) Tim: Hey, man, I think I saw that kid you were lookin’ for- Hey!

T-1000:Are you the legal guardian of John Conner? Todd:That’s right, officer. What’s he done now? T-1000:Can I speak with him please? Todd:You could if he were here. He took off on his bike this morning so he could be anywhere. T-1000:Do you have a photograph of John? Janelle:Sure. Todd:Can you tell me what this is about? T-1000:I just wanna ask him a few questions. He’s a good-looking boy. Do you mind if I keep this picture? Janelle:No, go on. Todd:There was someone here looking for him earlier. Big guy on a bike. That have anything to do with this? T-1000: … No. I wouldn’t worry about him. Thanks for your cooperation.

T-1000:Call to John. Sarah:NO. T-1000:{TWISTS FINGERSPIKE IN HERE SHOULDER} I KNOW this hurts. Call John. {THREATENS TO STAB HER WITH OTHER FINGERSPIKE} Call to John NOW. Sarah:FUCK YOU.

T-1000:John! John, help! John: Mom? T-1000: John… Help me… Sarah: Get out of the way, John! John:{SEES T-1000’S FEET}{JUMPS OUT OF THE WAY} SHOOT!

T-800 (Arnold Swarzenneggar): Asta la vista, baby.

T-800: ASTA LA VISTA, BABY.

T-800: Come with me if you want to live.

T-800: Come with me if you want to live. John: It’s okay, Mom, he’s here to help.

T-800: Deep penetration. No shot at bone. Here, hold here. The pressure should stop the bleeding.

T-800: Drive a minute. John: Where the hell are YOU goin’?

T-800: Excellent.

T-800: Go. Run. John: No! We gotta STICK TOGETHER! T-800: John, you got to go now. Sarah: John… T-800: GO! NOW! John: NOOOO!!!!!

T-800: Go. RUN. John: NO! We gotta STICK TOGETHER!! T-800: John, you got to go now. Sarah: JOHN… T-800: GO! NOW!! John: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

T-800: Goodbye.

T-800: Here, DRIVE!

T-800: Here, hold this. {HANDS COP THE SMOKE BOMB LAUNCHER AND TAKES OFF THE GUY’S MASK}

T-800: Hey, Janelle, what’s wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking.

T-800: I need a VACATION.

T-800: I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle. {BIKERS LAUGH} Biker: You forgot to say PLEASE.

T-800: I now know why you cry. But it is something I can never do…

T-800: I now know why you cry…

T-800: I now know why you cry… But it is something I can never do.

T-800: I now know why you cry… But it is something I can never do…

T-800: I see EVERYTHING.

T-800: I see EVERYTHING..

T-800: I swear I will not kill anyone.

T-800: I will take care of the police. John: Hey, wait! You SWORE!! T-800: TRUST ME.

T-800: I’ll take care of the police. John: Hey, wait, you SWORE! T-800: Trust me.

T-800: I’ll take care of the police. John: Hey, wait, you SWORE!! T-800: TRUST me.

T-800: My CPU is a neural-net processor, a learning computer. But Skynet presets the switch to read-only when we are sent out alone.

T-800: My CPU is a neural-net processor, a learning computer. But Skynet presets the switch to read-only when we are sent out alone. Sarah: Doesn’t want you to do too much thinking, huh? T-800: No. John: Can we reset the switch?

T-800: My CPU is a neural-net processor, a learning computer. The more contact I have with humans, the more I learn. John: Cool…

T-800: No problemmo.

T-800: Proceed to turn locking cyllinders counter clockwise. Do it… Good. Now remove the shock-tampering assembly. You can now access the CPU. Do you see it? Sarah: Yes. T-800: Good. Now pull. Sarah: {PULLS CHIP OUT OF T’S HEAD. FINDS HAMMER+TRIES TO SMASH CHIP} John: You see the pin-switch? NO!! NOO!! Sarah: Out of my way, John. John: Don’t kill him. Sarah: It, John. Not HIM, IT.

T-800: Skynet begins to learn at a geometric rate. It becomes self aware 2:14 AM, August 29.

T-800: Stay here. I’ll be BACK.

T-800: There’s one more chip… And it must be destroyed also.

T-800: Was there a problem? John: No problem. {LOOKS AT SARAH} None whatsoever.

T-800: We don’t have much time.

T-800: We don’t have much time…

T-800: WE must get out of the city immediately, and avoid the authorites. John: Listen, I gotta stop by my house, I wanna pick up some stuff. T-800: Negative. The T-1000 would definitely try to reaquire you there. John: You sure? T-800: I would.

T-800: What is wrong with your eyes? John: Nothin’.

T-800: What’s wrong with your eyes? John: Nothin’.

T-800: Why do we stop here? John: Now you GOTTA promise me that you’re not gonna kill anyone, right? T-800: Right. John: Yuo swear? T-800: What? John: Just put up your hand and say I SWEAR I WON’T KILL ANYONE. T-800: I swear I will not kill anyone.

T-800: Why do you cry?

T-800: Why do you cry? John: You mean people? T-800: Yeah. John: I dunno. We just cry. You know, when it hurts.

T-800: Why do you cry? John: You mean people? T-800: Yeah. John: I dunno. We just cry. You know, when it hurts? T-800: Pain causes it? John: Uh, no, it’s different. It’s when there’s nothing wrong with you, but you’re hurt anyway. Get it? T-800: NO.

T-800: Your foster parents are dead.

T-800:Affirmative. John:No, no, no, 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 PROBLEMMO. And if somebody comes up to you with an attitude, you say EAT ME. And if you wanna shine ’em on, it’s ASTA LA VISTA BABY. T:Asta la vista baby. J:Yeah, or LATER DICKWAD. And if someone gets upset, you say CHILL OUT. Or you could do combinations. T:Chill out, dickwad. J:That’s great! See, you’re getting it. T:No problemmo.

T-800:Rotate the two locking cylinders counter-clockwise. DO IT. Now open the port cover. Pull to break the seal. Good. Now remove the shock-damping assembly. You can now access the CPU. Do you see it? Sarah:Yes. T-800:Pull the CPU by the tab. PULL.{freezes} John:…You see the pin-switch? NOOOOO! NOOO!! Sarah:Out of my WAY, John. John:Don’t kill him. Sarah:IT, John. Not HIM. IT. John:Okay, IT. But we NEED IT. Sarah:Listen to me. You listen: We are better-off on our OWN. John:But he’s the only proof we HAVE. Of the FUTURE and the WAR AND ALL THAT! Sarah:Maybe… I don’t TRUST it. John:But he’s my FRIEND, all right? Sarah:You don’t know what it’s like to try and kill one of these things. And if something goes wrong this may be our last chance, so MOOOOVE!!!! John:Look, Mom, if I’m ever supposed to be this great military leader, maybe you should start listening to MY leadership ideas once in awhile!!! …Because if my own mother won’t, how do you expect anyone else to?

T-800:This is tactically dangerous. John:Drive faster. T-800:The T-1000 has the same files I do. He might anticipate this move. John:I don’t care, we gotta stop her. T-800:Killing Dyson might actually PREVENT the war. John:I don’t care! Haven’t you learned anything yet? Haven’t you figured out why you can’t kill people? T-800:{SHRUGS} John: I know YOU don’t care if you live or die but everybody’s not like that. We have FEELINGS. We HURT. We’re AFRAID. You gotta learn this stuff. I’m not kidding, it’s important.

T-800:This is tactically dangerous. John:Drive faster. T-800:The T-1000 has the same files that I do. It knows what I know. It might anticipate this move. John:I don’t care, we gotta stop her. T-800:Killing Dyson might actually PREVENT the war. John: I don’t CARE! Haven’t you learned anything yet? Haven’t you figured out why you can’t kill people? T-800:{SHRUGS} John:Maybe you don’t care if you live or die, but everybody’s not like that. We have feelings. We HURT. We’re AFRAID. You gotta learn this stuff, I’m not kidding. It’s IMPORTANT.

T-800:This is tactically dangerous. John:Drive faster. T:The T-1000 has the same files I do. He might anticipate this move. J:I don’t care, we gotta stop her. T:Killing Dyson might actually PREVENT the war. J:I don’t CARE! Haven’t you learned anything yet? Haven’t you figured out why you can’t kill people? T:{SHRUGS} J:I know you don’t care if you live or die, but everybody’s not like that. We have FEELINGS. We HURT. We’re AFRAID. You gotta learn this stuff, I’m not kidding.

T-800:Why do we stop here? John:Look, you GOTTA promise me you won’t kill anybody, alright? T-800:Right. John:You SWEAR? T-800:What? John: Just put up your hand and say I SWEAR I WON’T KILL ANYONE. T-800:I swear I will not kill anyone. {PULLS UP TO GATE} Guard: Visiting hours are 10 to 4- T-800:{SHOOTS THE GUARD IN THE LEGS. OPENS GATE} Guard:You son of a BITCH! You shot me! T-800:He’ll LIVE.

T-800:Why do we stop now? John:Look, now you GOTTA promise me that you’re not gonna kill anyone, right? T:Right. J:You SWEAR? T:What? J:Just put up your hand and say I SWEAR I WON’T KILL ANYONE. T:I swear I will not kill anyone. {PULLS BIKE UP TO GATE} Guard:Visiting hours is 10 to 4 Monday through Friday. T:{PULLS OUT GUN. SHOOTS COP IN THE LEGS} J:What the HELL are you doing?!?! G:You son of a bitch! You shot me! T:{OPENS GATE. WALKS BACK TO BIKE} He’ll LIVE.

T-800:{STARTS CAR} John:Alright, my man! T-800:No problemmo. John:Gimme 5! Just put out your hand like this. {SLAPS T-800’S HAND} ALRIGHT! Now hit me. T-800:{SLAPS JOHN’S HAND} John:Alright… oh, shit… Okay, that’s good, now up high! T-800:{SLAPS JOHN’S HAND} John:Down low! {MOVES HIS HAND} Ha, TOO SLOW! Hey, I was just KIDDING!

Tape Plays
(1) It’s like… a giant storbe light…burning right through my eyes, somehow I can still see it. *sighs* Oh God…to (2)..You know the dreams the same everynight, why do I have to..
(2) Please Continue.
(1) The children look like burnt paper black not moving, and then the blast wave hits them…*deep gasp*.. and they fly apart like leaves *cres*
(2) it’s a dream Sarah very common.
(1) It’s not a dream you moron it’s real!
(2) I know it feels real…
(1) On August 29, 1997 it’s gunna feel pretty Fucking real to you to! I know the date it happens! Anybody, not wearing 2Million sunblock is gunna have a real bad day get it!? God, you think your safe and alive? Your already dead, HIM YOU your dead already! This whole place everything you see is GONE! Your the one living in a fucking dream Silberman! Cause I know it happens…it happens! *deep sigh* Tape pauses.

The future, always so clear to me, had become like a black highway at night. We were in uncharted territory now, making up history as we went along.

The Galleria?

There’s no fate but that which we make.

There’s no fate but what we make.

There’s not much time left in the world, Sarah.

theres no fate but what we make

These photos were taken from a camera at the West Island Police Station in 1984. He killed 17 police officers that night. Men with families…. children. These pictures were taken at a mall in Receda… TODAY. Look… we just sat here and told you that your son is missing; that the foster parents have been murdered. Doesn’t this mean anything? Dontcha care?

Three billion human lives ended

Three billion human lives ended on August 29, 1997.

Three billion human lives ended on August 29, 1997. Survivors of te 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 Conner, my son… 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…

Three billion human lives ended on August 29, 1997. Survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgement Day. They lived only to face a new nightmare: The war against the machines… Skynet, the computer which controlled the machines, 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. The second was programmed to strike at John himself when he was still a child. As before, the resistance was able to send a lone warrior, and protector for John. It was just a question of which one of them would reach him first…

Three billion human lives ended on August 29, 1997. Survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgment Day. They lived only to face a new nightmare… The war against the machines.

Three billion human lives ended on August 29, 1997. Survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgment Day. They lived only to face a NEW nightmare: The war against the machines.

Three billion human lives ended on August 29, 1997. 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 Conner, my son. The first Terminator was programmed to strike at me in the year 1984. The second was sent to strike at John himself when he was still a child.

Tim: Is this her? John: Yes. T: She’s pretty cool, huh? J: No, she’s a complete psycho. That’s why she’s up at Pescedaro. It’s a MENTAL institute. She tried to blow up a computer factory, but she got shot and arrested. T: Oh, shit. J: She’s a total loser. C’mon, let’s go spend some money.

Tim: John! John: Not now, not now! Tim: Hey man, there’s this cop scopin’ for ya. Check it out. T-1000:{STARTS TOWARD JOHN} Tim: Split, man. Just go. John: Yeah. {RUNS TOWARD DOOR} Tim: Hey man, I think I saw that kid you were look- HEY-

Tim: Your foster parents are kinda dicks, huh?

Tim:Where’d you learn this stuff anyway? John:From my mom. My REAL mom, I mean… Uh, WITHDRAW… 3-0-0 bucks. Come on, baby, come on, come on… YES! Tim:Hey, it worked. John:All right… Easy money. Come on! All right! Piece of cake! Tim:Is that her? John:Yes. Tim:She’s pretty cool, huh? John:No, she’s a complete PSYCHO. THAT’S why she’s up at Pescadero. It’s a MENTAL INSTITUTE, okay? She tried to blow up a computer factory. But she got shot and arrested. Tim:Oh, shit… John:She’s a total loser…

Todd: John! Get your ass in the house and do what your mother tells you. John: She’s not my MOTHER, TODD.

We got skynet by the balls now don’t we. Let’s book.

What’s wrong with Wolfie?

Woman:Son of a bitch! Let’s all try to remain CALM. Sarah:Open it, or he’ll be dead before he hits the floor. Woman:There’s no way, Conner, lew him go. Sarah:OPEN THE DOOR! Woman:It ain’t gonna happen! Man:Take it easy, Sarah. Easy! Silberman:It won’t work, Sarah. You’re no killer. I don’t believe you could do it. Sarah:You’re already dead, Silberman. EVERYBODY DIES. You know I believe it, so don’t FUCK WITH ME!!

Yeah, or ‘later dickwad’.

You can’t pass for human, you’re no good to us.

You Could Be Mine.

You don’t know what it’s like to try to kill one of these things.

You know I asked them that same question once, and you know what they told me. Don’t ask.

You’re foster parents are real dicks,huh?

You’re judging me on things that I haven’t even done. How were we supposed to know? 2: Hmph. Right. How were 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- 3: Mom… 2: And destruction- 3: MOM!!! He need to be a little more constructive here, okay?

You’re judging me on things that I haven’t even done. How were we supposed to know? 2: Hmph. Right. How were 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- 3: Mom… 2: And destruction- 3: MOM!!! We need to be a little more constructive here, okay?

You’re the one living in afuckin’ dream, Silberman!!!

You’re the one who’s livin’ in a fuckin’ dream, Silberman!!

your foster parents are dead!!!

Your foster parents’re kinda dicks, huh?

[T-800]: Typically, the subject being copied is terminated. [John]: SHIT! Why didn’t you TELL me? We gotta go right NOW! [T-800]: That is not a mission priority. [John]: Yeah, well FUCK you, she’s a priority to ME! Hey, what the hell’s your problem, goddamnit?! Goddamnit! Help! HELP! GET THIS PSYCHO OFFA ME! [T-800]: This is not helping our mission. [John]:HELP! GET THIS PSYCHO OFF ME! LEMME GO! {T-800 drops him to the ground} [John]: Why the hell did you do THAT?! [T-800]: Because you told me to. [John]: What? You have to do what I say, don’t you? [T-800]: That is one of my mission parameters. [John]: Prove it. Stand on one foot. {T-800 lifts his leg} [John]: YES! Cool, my own Terminator. {Jock 1 and Jock 2 walk over} [Jock 1]: Hey, you alright kid? [John]: Take a hike, bozo. [Jock 2]: Man, let’s get outta here. [Jock 1]: Fuck you, you little dipshit! [John]: Dipshit? (put your leg down) Did you just call ME a DIPSHIT? Man, grab this guy. I can’t believe he’s calling me a dipshit. {T-800 grabs Jock 1 by the hair. Jock 2 tries to pull T-800 away} [John]: NOW who’s the DIPSHIT, you jock deutchbag. {T-800 pulls out a gun} John: NO! Put the gun DOWN! Get outta here! Jesus, you were gonna KILL thatguy! [T-800]: Of COURSE. I’m a TERMINATOR. [John]: Well, you’re not a Terminator anymore, alright? You just can’t go around KILLING people! [T-800]: Why? [John]: Whaddya mean WHY? ‘Cuz you CAN’T! [T-800]: Why? [John]: Because you just can’t, okay? Trust me on this. Now I’m gonna get my mom, and I ORDER you to help me.

{T-800 RIPS OPEN STEERING WHEEL + STARTS CAR} John: Are we learning yet?

{T-800 SMASHES PROCESSOR REPEATEDLY WITH AX} Dyson: Hi! Can I- Excuse me! Can I borrow that thing? {T-800 HANDS HIM THE AX} Dyson: I worked a lotta years on this thing. {YELLS, SMASHES MODEL OF CHIP}

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