My friend James Cameron and I made three films together - True Lies, The Terminator and Terminator 2. Of course, that was during his early, low-budget, art-house period.
At the end of the day, at 49 years old, it's realistic to believe that a Terminator has a heart.
My character was kidnapped by the Terminator and I was kidnapped by the Terminator production.
To me the biggest breakthrough was when we did Terminator 2 that just opened the door for Jurassic and all of the others and that was as big as when we did motion control on Star Wars. But I don't see another big thing coming.
John Connor: Todd and Janelle are dicks, but I've gotta warn them. You got a quarter?
[the Terminator smashes into the coin bin and hands John a quarter]
Janelle Voight: [answers the phone] Hello?
John Connor: Janelle, it's me!
Janelle Voight: John?
John Connor: Yeah. Is
everything all right? Are you guys okay?
Janelle Voight: Sure, honey, everything's okay. Are you all right?
John Connor: Yeah, I'm fine.
Janelle Voight: John, it's late. Honey, I was beginning to worry about you. If you hurry home, we can sit down and have dinner together. I'm making beef stew.
John
Connor: [holds his hand over the phone] Something's wrong. She's never this nice.
Janelle Voight: John, where are you?
Todd Voight: [hearing Max barking outside] What the hell is that goddamn dog barking at?
Todd Voight: [shouting at Max] Hey! Shut up you worthless piece of shit!
John Connor:
[to himself] The dog's really barking...
Todd Voight: Thought you were gonna tell the kid to get rid of that fucking mutt.
Janelle Voight: [uses her arm to kill Todd] John, honey, it's late. Please don't make me worry.
John Connor: [to Terminator, hand over the phone] Could it already be there?
Janelle
Voight: Honey, are you okay?
The Terminator: [takes the phone from John and impersonates his voice] I'm right here. I'm fine.
Janelle Voight: Are you sure? Are you sure you're all right?
The Terminator: [to John; normal voice] What's the dog's name?
John Connor: Max.
The
Terminator: [impersonating John's voice] Hey Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking. Is he all right?
Janelle Voight: Wolfie's fine, honey. Wolfie's just fine. Where are you?
The Terminator: [hangs up the phone] Your foster parents are dead.