Sarah Connor: Three billion human lives ended on August 29, 1997. The survivors of the nuclear fire lived only to face a new nightmare, the war against the machines. The computer that controlled the machines, ski-net 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 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.

The Terminator: I need your clothes, boots, and your motorcycle.
Cigar Biker: You forgot to say please.

Dr. Silberman: I'm sure it feels very real to you.
Sarah: On August 29th, 1997, it's gonna feel pretty fucking real to you too. Anybody not wearing 2 million sunblock is gonna have a real bad day. Get it?

John: You're not here to kill me - I figured out that for myself. So what's the deal?
The Terminator: My mission is to protect you.
John Connor: Yeah? Who sent you?
The Terminator: You did. 35 years from now you reprogrammed me to be your protector here - in this time.
John: This is deep...

The Terminator: Negative. The T1000 will defintely try to reacquire you there.
John: You sure?
The Terminator: I would.

John to the Terminator: You got a quarter?

(The Terminator posing as John as he alks to his foster mom)
The Terminator: What's the dog's name?
John: Max.
The Terminator (in John's voice): Hey Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking? Is he alright?
Janelle: Wolfie's fine, honey. Wolfie's just fine. Where are you?
The Terminator: (hangs up) Your foster parents are dead.

(Terminator has John by the shirt and John is screaming for help)
The Terminator: This does not help our mission.
(John tells him to let him go)
John: Why the hell did you do that?
The Terminator: Because you told me to.

John: You just can't go around killing people.
The Terminator: Why?
John: What do you mean why? 'Cause you can't.
The Terminator: Why?
John: Because you just can't, OK? Trust me on this.

(Lewis, the Guard buys a cup of coffee)
Lewis, the Guard: Hey, I got a full house!
Gwen: That's good Lewis.
Lewis, the Guard: Must be my lucky day...

Dr. Silbermann: You broke my arm!
Sarah: There's 215 bones in the human body. That's one.

Sarah to The Terminator: So, what's your story?

T-1000: Say... That's a nice bike.

John: 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." And if someone comes on to you with an attitude you say "eat me." And if you want to shine them on it's "hasta la vista, baby."
The Terminator: Hasta la vista, baby.
John: Yeah! Or "later dickwad." And if someone gets upset you say, "chill out"! Or you can do combinations.
The Terminator: Chill out, dickwad.
John: Great! See, you're getting it!
The Terminator: No problemo.

The Terminator: The Skynet Funding Bill is passed. The system goes on-line August 4th, 1997. Human decisions are removed from strategic defense. Skynet begins to learn at a geometric rate. It becomes self-aware at 2:14 a.m. Eastern time, August 29th. In a panic, they try to pull the plug.
Sarah: And Skynet fights back.

The Terminator: Why do you cry?
John: You mean people?
The Terminator: Yes.
John: I dont' know. We just cry. You know, when it hurts.
The Terminator: Pain causes it?
John: No, it's when there's nothing wrong with you, but you cry anyway. You get it?
The Terminator: No

Sarah: (narrating) Dyson listened while the Terminator laid it all down: Skynet, Judgment Day, the history of things to come. It's not everyday you hear that you're responsible for 3 billion deaths. He took it pretty well.
Miles Dyson: I feel like I'm gonna throw up.

Sarah: How are you supposed to know? Fucking men like you built the hydrogen bomb. Men like you thought it up. You think you're so creative. You don't know what it's like to really create something; to create a life; to feel it growing inside you. All you know how to create is death...
John: Mom.
Sarah: ...and destruction...
John: Mom! We need to be a little more constructive here, okay?

John: We've got company.
Miles Dyson: Police?
Sarah: How many?
John: Uh, all of them, I think.

John: Step on it!
The Terminator: This is the vechiles top speed.
John: I can get out and run faster than this!

The Terminator: Hasta la vista, baby!

(After killing the T-1000)
The Terminator: I need a vacation

The Terminator: I know now why you cry. But it's something I can never do.