- John Connor: Halt! Halt!
- [John gets off the motorcycle]
- John Connor: Here, let us rest. Hail now, what art thou? Are you flesh and blood? Are you working pulse?
- The Terminator: The blood I drop is rather physical then dangerous to me, I am a Terminator. Cyberdyne Systems Model 101.
- John Connor: Never did I know a creature that did bare a shape of a man. Thou art a strange fellow.
- [John touches the Terminator and sees blood]
- John Connor: A tailor make a man? I am amazed and no not what to say. You do seem to know something of me or what concerns me. Pray you, discover to me what you both spur and stop.
- [the Terminator gets off his motorcycle]
- The Terminator: My Lord I was sent for, my master through his art foresees the danger that you are in and sends me forth else his project dies to keep you living.
- John Connor: How can you hither?
- The Terminator: It is you that chuck forth which brought me hither
- [takes out a handgun and cocks it back]
- The Terminator: and hither hath I come. A pro log armed.
- John Connor: It is true indeed. Tis is the strange truth. What services can stall do?
- The Terminator: I can keep honest council, ride, run and deliver a plain message,
- [cocks back his gun]
- The Terminator: bluntly.
- T-1000: [John is playing the arcade game 'Defender' and the T-000 approaches Tim] Know that now John Connor?
- Tim: I know him not.
- [he runs over to John]
- Tim: You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for.
- [goes back to the T-1000]
- Tim: He fled this way, sir!
- [the T-1000 pushes Tim out of the way]