I'm a friend of Sarah Connor. I was told she's here. Could I see her? No. Can't see her. She's making a statement. Where is she? It make take a while. If you wanna wait, there's a bench over there. I'll be back.
The Terminator
2.2s
Trade places.
The Terminator
2.6s
I shouldn't have said that.
The Terminator
8.2s
It's the creep. Hello? First I'll rip the buttons off your blouse one by one...
The Terminator
5.3s
You fucking pigs. Wait till I get my hands on you. Get off me.
The Terminator
3.8s
Faster. Drive faster.
The Terminator
1.5s
Come on.
The Terminator
2.9s
Go on. I'm gonna make a belt out of you.
The Terminator
7s
- Ginger, have you seen Pugsley? - Not lately. Did you check messages? I thought you did.
The Terminator
6.2s
- What's this? - Dead girl two. Sent over from the Valley division this afternoon.
The Terminator
12s
- What have you got? - Dead girl. - I can see that. - Sarah Ann Connor, secretary, 35. Shot six times at less than 10 feet. Large calibre weapon. You know, these work.
The Terminator
5s
- Hey, you got a phone? - It's in the back. Hey. Four-fifty.
The Terminator
1.2s
It's her.
The Terminator
12.3s
Hi, Sarah. Stan Morsky. Something's come up. Looks like I won't be able to make it tonight. Just can't get out ofit. I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you. Call you in a day or so. Bye.
The Terminator
5.9s
I'm gonna go to a movie, kiddo. Have a good time. - We will. You, too. - OK.
The Terminator
41.2s
The 600-Series had rubber skin. We spotted them easy. But these are new. They look human. Sweat, bad breath, everything. Very hard to spot. I had to wait till he moved on you before I could zero him. Look, I am not stupid. They cannot make things like that yet. Not yet. Not for about forty years. Are you saying it's from the future? One possible future... from your point of view. I don't know tech stuff. Then you're from the future, too. Is that right? - Right. - Right.
The Terminator
24.7s
Listen. The Terminator's an infiltration unit. Part man, part machine. Underneath it's a hyper-alloy combat chassis. Microprocessor controlled. Fully armoured, very tough. Outside it's living human tissue. Flesh, skin, hair, blood - grown for the cyborgs. - Look, Reese, I don't know... - Pay attention. I gotta ditch this car.
