Pops: I'll be back.
Sarah Conner: What?
Sarah Conner: [to Kyle] So, you're remembering the future?
Pops: No. The boy is the alternate timeline version of you. Kyle Reese is remembering his own past, which is our future.
Sarah: That makes it so much better. How can he be remembering two timelines?
Pops: It is possible if you were exposed to a nexus point in the timeflow when you were in the quantum field...
Kyle: Can you...can you stop him from talking like that? Is there a switch or something?
Sarah: Pops, try again.
The Terminator: I'll be back.
The Housekeeping: Hey buddy, you got a dead cat in there or what?
The Terminator: Fuck you, asshole.
Punk Leader: Nice night for a walk, eh?
Terminator: Nice night for a walk.
Punk: Wash day tomorrow! Nothing clean! Right?
Terminator: Nothing clean. Right.
Punk Leader: I think this guy is a couple cans short of a six-pack.
Terminator: Your clothes. Give them to me. Now.
Janitor: Hey buddy! You got a dead cat in there or what?
The Terminator: Fuck you, asshole.
Cohaagen: Well, my boy. You're a hero.
Quaid: Fuck you.
Lori: They erased your identity and implanted a new one. I was written in as your wife so I could watch you and make sure the erasure took. Sorry, Quaid, your whole life is just a dream.
Douglas Quaid: Okay then, if I'm not me, who the hell am I?
Lori: Beats me. I just work here.
Quaid: SCREW YOU!
[Quaid uses drill machine to kill Benny in the mining machine.]
Doctor: Is there anything you would like to tell me before we start?
Harry: Yes, I am going to kill you very soon.
Doctor: Oh, how?
Harry: First I am going to use you as a human shield, and then I am going to kill that guard over there with that screwdriver... And then I was thinking about breaking your neck.
Doctor: I see, and what makes you think you can do all that?
Harry: You know my handcuffs?
Doctor: Hmm.
Harry: I picked them.
Aziz: Do you know what this is?
Harry: I know what this is. This is an espresso machine. No, no. It's a snow cone maker. That's what it is. Is it a water heater?
Harry: See, this is the problem with terrorists. They're really inconsiderate when it comes to people's schedules.
Guard: Sir? May I see your invitation, please?
Harry: Sure, here is my invitation. [Remote detonates the bomb at the boathouse].
Harry: You're fired.
Spencer Trilby: Don't you have anything remotely substantial, Harry? Do you have any hard data?
Harry Tasker: Well, nothing that you would call rock hard.
Albert Gibson: Actually, it's pretty limp, sir.
Spencer Trilby: Well, perhaps you better get some before someone parks an automobile in front of the White House with a nuclear weapon in the trunk!
Juno Skinner: Did you tell her about us, Harry?
Harry Tasker: There is no us, you psychopathic bitch.
