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.
I'm Reese. Sergeant Tech-Com, DN38416. Assigned to protect you. You've been targeted for termination.
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.
Come with me if you want to live.
[Pulls up his right sleeve, exposing a mark]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.
I came across time for you, Sarah. I love you. I always have.
Pain can be controlled - you just disconnect it.
:[chuckling] Ray guns?[He shuts off the VCR screen on which the police and Sarah have been watching the interview] This is great stuff. I could make a career out of this guy! You see how clever his part is? How it doesn't require a shred of proof? Most paranoid delusions are intricate, but this is brilliant![interrupts] Look! You have heard enough! I have answered your questions! Now, I have to see Sarah Connor![interrupts again] Shut up!
[He looks into the camera]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 fuckin' heart out!
[after Sarah tries to escape and bites Reese's hand]
[to the terminator]Come on mother fucker.
[quoting her unborn son]Thank you, Sarah, for your courage through the dark years. I can't help you with what you must soon face, except to say that the future is not set. You must be stronger than you imagine you can be. You must survive, or I will never exist.
[checks the grocery bags Kyle has brought back to the hotel room]What've we got? Moth balls, corn syrup, ammonia. What's for dinner?