Kyle Reese: Pay attention. 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 'til he moved on you before I could zero him.
Sarah Connor: Hey, I'm not stupid y'know. They can't build anything like that yet.
Kyle Reese: No. Not yet. Not for about forty years.
Sarah Connor: So, it's from the future, is that right?
Kyle Reese: One possible future. From your point of view.
[Reese is being interrogated by the police]
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! He'll wade through you, reach down her throat, and pull her fucking heart out!
Kyle Reese: Pain can be controlled, you just disconnect it.
Kyle Reese: 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 memorized every line, every curve. I came across time for you Sarah, I love you, I always have.
The Terminator: Your clothes, give them to me.
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!
[At a gun store.]
The Terminator: The .45 Long Slide, with laser sighting.
Alamo Guns 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?
The Terminator: Phased-plasma rifle in the forty watt range.
Alamo Guns Clerk: Hey, just what you see, pal.
Kyle Reese::: I came across time for you Sarah. I love you and I always have.
[The Terminator is naked after arriving in the present.]
Punk 1: Nice night for a walk, eh?
The Terminator: Nice night for a walk.
Punk 2: Wash day tomorrow. Nothing clean, right?
The Terminator: Nothing clean, right.
Punk 1: This guy's a couple beers short of a six-pack!
The Terminator: Your clothes. Give them to me, now.
Punk 1: Hey, fuck you, asshole!
[The Terminator is loading a rifle in the shop]
Alamo Guns Clerk: You can't do that!
The Terminator: [shooting him] Wrong!
[Also in "Terminator 2: Judgment Day"]
Kyle Reese: Come with me if you want to live!
Kyle Reese: 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!
Kyle Reese: Cyborgs don't feel pain... I do. Don't do that again.
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.
The Terminator: I'll be back!
Superintendent: Hey, buddy, you got a dead cat in there or what?
[The Terminator visualizes a list of possible responses to get rid of him.]
The Terminator: Fuck you, asshole.
Sarah Connor: You're terminated, fucker.