Punk: [sees the Terminator who's completely naked, standing next to a telescope] Hey! What's wrong with this picture?
Ginger Ventura: Machines need love too!
Ginger Ventura: [after hearing the message left on their answering machine canceling their date] That bum. So what if he has a Porsche? He can't treat you like this. It's Friday night, for Christ's sake.
Sarah Connor: [slumping] I'll live.
Ginger Ventura: I'll break his kneecaps.
Ginger Ventura: [after Sarah has a handful of mishaps at work] Look at this way: in a hundred years, who's gonna care?
Phone Booth Man: Hey man, you got a serious attitude problem.
[a man, off camera, tells the Terminator who had just pulled him out of a telephone booth, while he was talking to someone on the phone]
Dr. Peter Silberman: [52:57] So, you're a soldier? Fighting for whom?
Kyle Reese: The 132nd under Perry. From '21 to '27.
Dr. Peter Silberman: That's the year 2027?
Kyle Reese: [1:20:17] Pain can be controlled. You just disconnect it.
Terminator: [1:17:02] Give me your address there.
Derelict in Alley: That son-of-a-bitch took my pants.
Lieutenant Ed Traxler: Alright, now listen Miss Connor, listen carefully. You're in a public place, so you'll be safe till we get there.
Dr. Peter Silberman: I see. And this computer thinks it can win by killing the mother of its enemy. Killing him, in effect, before he's even conceived. A sort of retroactive abortion?
Lieutenant Ed Traxler: [to Sarah] You'll be perfectly safe. We got 30 cops in this building.
Sarah Connor: [on the phone] I love you, Mom.
The Terminator: [mimicking mother's voice] I love you, too, sweetheart.
