The Terminator: I'll be back!
Superintendent: Hey, buddy, you got a dead cat in there
or what? [The Terminator visualizes a list of possible responses
to get rid of him.] Terminator: Fuck you, asshole.
Sarah Connor: You're terminated, fucker.
Lieutenant Traxler: How do I look? Detective Vukovich: Like
shit, boss. Lieutenant Traxler: Yo' mama.
[Reese is being interrogated by the police] Kyle Reese:
You still don't get it, do you? He'll find her. That's what
he does. That's all he does! You can't stop him! He'll wade
through you, reach down her throat, and pull her fucking
Kyle Reese: Pain can be controlled, you just disconnect
Terminator: Your clothes, give them to me.
Kyle Reese: Listen! And understand! That terminator is out
there. It can't be bargained with! It can't be reasoned
with! It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it
absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead!
Kyle Reese: I came across time for you Sarah. I love you
and I always have.
[The Terminator is naked after arriving in the present.]
Punk 1: Nice night for a walk, eh? The Terminator: Nice
night for a walk. Punk 2: Wash day tomorrow. Nothing clean,
right? The Terminator: Nothing clean, right. Punk 1: This
guy's a couple beers short of a six-pack! The Terminator:
Your clothes. Give them to me, now. Punk 1: Hey, fuck you,
[The Terminator is loading a rifle in the shop] Pawn Shop
Clerk: You can't do that! The Terminator: [shooting him]
[Also in _Terminator 2: Judgment Day_ (qv)] Kyle Reese:
Come with me if you want to live!
Kyle Reese: That Terminator is out there. It can't be bargained
with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or
remorse, or fear. And it absoulutely will not stop, ever,
until you are dead!
Kyle Reese: Cyborgs don't feel pain... I do. Don't do that
Dr. Silbermann: How are you supposed to get back? Kyle Reese:
I can't. Nobody gets home. Nobody else comes through. It's
just him - and me.
[The Terminator arrives naked and encounters some punks]
Punk Leader: Nice night for a walk, eh? The Terminator:
Nice night for a walk. Punk: Wash day, nothing clean, right?
The Terminator: Nothing clean, right. Punk Leader: Hey,
I think this guy's a couple cans short of a six-pack. The
Terminator: Your clothes, give them to me now. Punk Leader:
Fuck you, asshole!