John Connor: Jesus, you were going to kill that guy!
The Terminator: Of course. I'm a terminator.
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: It's over.
The Terminator: No. There's one more chip. And it must be destroyed also. Here. I cannot self-terminate. You must lower me into the steel.
John Connor: No.
The Terminator: I'm sorry, John. I'm sorry.
John Connor: No, it'll be OK! Stay with us! It'll be OK!
The Terminator: I have to go away.
John Connor: No, don't do it! Please don't go!
The Terminator: I must go away, John.
John Connor: No! No, wait, wait! You don't have to do this!
The Terminator: I'm sorry.
John Connor: No, don't do it! Don't go!
The Terminator: It has to end here.
John Connor: I order you not to go! I order you not to go! I order you not to go!
The Terminator: I know now why you cry, but it's something I can never do.
[The Terminator rips the skin off his arm in front of Dyson and his wife.]
The Terminator: Now listen to me very carefully.
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.
John Connor: Is it dead?
The Terminator: Terminated.
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.
John Connor: Can you learn stuff you haven't been programmed with? So you can be, you know, more human? And not such a dork all the time?