Please insert your stolen card now.
From my mom. My real mom, I mean.
She's a complete psycho. That's why she's up at Pescadero. It's a mental institute, OK? She tried to blow up a computer factory, but she got shot and arrested...She's a total loser.
Did you call moi a dip-shit?
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. That's definitely you.
Your foster parents are dead.
Come with me if you want to live.
Come with me if you want to live.
Stay here. I'll be back.
Hasta la vista, baby.
Three billion human lives ended on August 29, 1997. The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgment Day. They lived only to face a new nightmare, a 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 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. It was just a question of which one of them would reach him first.
Good morning Doctor Silverman... How's the knee?
I feel much better now. Clearer.
There are 215 bones in the human body. That's one! Now don't move.
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.
The future is not set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.
Dyson listened while the Terminator laid it all down. Skynet. Judgment Day, the history of things to come. It's not every day that you find out you're responsible for 3 billion deaths. He took it pretty well.
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 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.
This next patient is interesting. I've been following the case for years. A 29-year old female, diagnosed as acute schizo-affective disorder. The 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 looks human of course, was sent back through time to kill her. And also that the father of her child was a soldier, sent back to protect her - he was from the future too - the year, uh, 2029, if I remember correctly.
I know how smart you are, and I think you're just telling me what I want to hear. I don't think you really believe what you're telling me today. I think if I put you in minimum security, you'd just try to escape again....I don't see any choice but to recommend to the review board that you stay here for another six months. Model citizen.
There was a guy here this morning looking for him, too...Yeah, a big guy on a bike.
Ms. Connor. 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. We know this guy's involved. Doesn't that mean anything to you? Don't you care?
There's no way I'm going to finish the new processor now. Forget it. I'm out of it. I'm quitting Cyberdyne tomorrow...We'll have to destroy all the stuff at the lab, the files, the disk drives and everything I have here.