You may have changed the future, but you didn't change our fate.0
Dani Ramos: 'How do we win?'
Grace: 'We win... by keeping you alive.'
That's a meaningless gesture. Why hold onto someone you must let go?0
Kate Brewster: 'Drop dead, you asshole!'
Terminator: 'I am unable to comply.'
Based on your pupil dilation, skin temperature, and motor functions, I calculate an 83% probability that you will not pull the trigger.0
'Hey are you gonna pay for that?'
Terminator: 'Talk to the hand.'
The future's not set. There's no fate but what we make for ourselves.0
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.0
Dr. Silberman: 'You broke my arm!'
Sarah Connor: 'There are 215 bones in the human body. That's one.'
John Connor: 'We've got company... Police!'
Sarah Connor: 'How many?'
John Connor: 'Uh... all of 'em, I think.'
Anybody not wearing 2 million sunblock is gonna have a real bad day. Get it?0
John Connor: 'Does it hurt when you get shot?'
The Terminator: 'I sense injuries. The data could be called 'pain'.'
John Connor gave me a picture of you once. I didn't know why at the time. It was very old - torn, faded. You were young like you are now. You seemed just a little sad. I used to always wonder what you were thinking at that moment. I memorized every line, every curve... I came across time for you, Sarah. I love you; I always have.0
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.0
Kyle Reese: 'Pain can be controlled - you just disconnect it.'
Sarah Connor: 'So you feel nothing?'
By the time Skynet became self-aware it had spread into millions of computer servers across the planet. Ordinary computers in office buildings, dorm rooms; everywhere. It was software; in cyberspace. There was no system core; it could not be shutdown. The attack began at 6:18 PM, just as he said it would. Judgment Day, the day the human race was almost destroyed by the weapons they'd built to protect themselves. I should have realized it was never our destiny to stop Judgment Day, it was merely to survive it, together. The Terminator knew; he tried to tell us, but I didn't want to hear it. Maybe the future has been written. I don't know; all I know is what the Terminator taught me; never stop fighting. And I never will. The battle has just begun.0
The future has not been written. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves. I wish I could believe that. My name is John Connor, they tried to murder me before I was born, when I was 13 they tried again. Machines from the future. Terminators. All my life my mother told me the storm was coming, Judgment Day, the beginning of the war between man and machines. Three billion lives would vanish in an instant, and I would lead what was left of the human race to ultimate victory. It hasn't happened, no bombs fell, computers didn't take control, we stopped Judgment Day. I should feel safe, but I don't, so I live off the grid - no phone, no address, no one and nothing can find me. I've erased all connections to the past, but as hard as I try I can't erase my dreams, my nightmares.0
Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The terminator, would never stop. It would never leave him, and it would never hurt him, never shout at him, or get drunk and hit him, or say it was too busy to spend time with him. It would always be there. And it would die, to protect him. Of all the would-be fathers who came and went over the years, this thing, this machine, was the only one who measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.0
Three billion human lives ended on August 29th, 1997. The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgment Day. They lived only to face a new nightmare: the war against the machines. The computer which controlled the machines, Skynet, sent two Terminators back through time. Their mission: to destroy the leader of the human resistance, John Connor, my son. The first Terminator was programmed to strike at me in the year 1984, before John was born. It failed. The second was set to strike at John himself when he was still a child. As before, the resistance was able to send a lone warrior, a protector for John. It was just a question of which one of them would reach him first.0
Kyle Reese: 'That's right. The Terminator had already gone through. Connor sent me to intercept him and they blew the whole place.'
Dr. Peter Silberman: 'Well, how are you supposed to get back?'
Kyle Reese: 'I can't. Nobody goes home. Nobody else comes through. It's just him - and me.'