Favorite The Terminator Quotes
[to the terminator] Come on mother fucker.Kyle Reese
Kyle Reese: He's not a man - a machine. A Terminator. A Cyberdyne Systems Model 101.
Sarah Connor: A machine? Like a robot?
Kyle Reese: Not a robot. A cyborg. A cybernetic organism.
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
Cyborgs don't feel pain. I do. Don't do that again.Kyle Reese
You're terminated, fucker.Sarah Connor
That son of a bitch took my pants.Derelict in Alley
Hey, man, you've got a serious attitude problem.Biker at Phone Booth
Kyle Reese: What day is it? The date!
Cop in Alley: 12th... May... Thursday...
Kyle Reese: WHAT YEAR?
I'm Reese. Sergeant Tech-Com, DN38416. Assigned to protect you. You've been targeted for termination.Kyle Reese
[looks around, examining the structural integrity of the room, then looks back at him] I'll be back!
Sarah Connor: Reese. Why me? Why does it want me?
Kyle Reese: There was a nuclear war. A few years from now, all this, this whole place, everything, it's gone. Just gone. There were survivors. Here, there. Nobody even knew who started it. It was the machines, Sarah.
Sarah Connor: I don't understand.
Reese: Defense network computers. New... powerful... hooked into everything, trusted to run it all. They say it got smart, a new order of intelligence. Then it saw all people as a threat, not just the ones on the other side. Decided our fate in a microsecond
Sarah Connor: Did you see this war?
Kyle Reese: No. I grew up after. In the ruins... starving... hiding from H-K's.
Sarah Connor: H-K's?
Kyle Reese: Hunter-Killers. Patrol machines built in automated factories. Most of us were rounded up, put in camps for orderly disposal.
Kyle Reese: This is burned in by laser scan. Some of us were kept alive... to work... loading bodies. The disposal units ran night and day. We were that close to going out forever. But there was one man who taught us to fight, to storm the wire of the camps, to smash those metal motherfuckers into junk. He turned it around. He brought us back from the brink. His name is Connor. John Connor. Your son, Sarah, your unborn son.
Sarah Connor: What did he just say?
Gas Station Attendant: He said there's a storm coming in.
Sarah Connor: [sighs] I know.