Kyle Reese: Listen, and understand. That terminator is out there. It can’t be bargained with. It can’t be reasoned with. It doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead.
Clerk: These are brand new; we just got these in. That’s a good gun. Just touch the trigger, the beam comes on and you put the red dot where you want the bullet to go. You can’t miss. Anything else?
Terminator: Phased-plasma rifle in the forty watt range.
Clerk: Hey, just what you see, pal.
Kyle Reese: Come with me if you want to live.
The Terminator: I’ll be back.
Dr. Silberman: How are you supposed to get back?
Kyle Reese: I can’t. Nobody gets home. Nobody else comes through. It’s just him – and me.
Sarah Connor: So, it’s from the future, is that right?
Reese: One possible future. From your point of view.
Kyle Reese: You still don’t get it, do you? He’ll find her. That’s what he does. That’s all he does! You can’t stop him!
Kyle Reese: Pain can be controlled, you just disconnect it.
Kyle: John Connor gave me a picture of you once. I didn’t know why at the time. It was very old, torn, faded. You were young like you are now. You seemed just a little sad. I used to always wonder what you were thinking at that moment. I memorised every line, every curve. I came across time for you Sarah, I love you, I always have.
Terminator: Your clothes, give them to me.