John Connor: Where are we going?
Terminator: We have to get out of the city immediately and avoid the authorities.
John Connor: Listen, I need to stop by my house. I want to pick up some stuff before we leave.
Terminator: Negative. The T-1000 will definitely try to reacquire you there.
John Connor: Are you sure?
Terminator: I would.
Sarah Connor: Keep it under 65. We don't want to be pulled over.
The Terminator: Affirmative.
John Connor: No, no, no, no. You gotta listen to the way people talk. You don't say "affirmative" or some shit like that. You say, "No problemo." If someone comes off to you with an attitude, you say "Eat me." And if you want to shine 'em on it's, "Hasta la vista, baby."
The Terminator: Hasta la vista, baby.
John Connor: Yeah. Or, "Later dickwad." If someone gets upset you say, "Chill out." Or you can do combinations.
The Terminator: "Chill out...dickwad."
John Connor: That's great! See, you're getting it.
The Terminator: No problemo.
Sarah Connor: 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.
Sarah Connor: 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.