![]() Peter Silberman: I'm afraid that's not up to me. Kyle Reese: Look! You have heard enough! I have answered your questions! Now, I have to see Sarah Connor!.The Terminator was just being systematic. Skynet knew almost nothing about Connor's mother. Kyle Reese: Most of the records were lost in the war.Peter Silberman: Why were the other two women killed? I could make a career out of this guy! You see how clever his part is? How it doesn't require a shred of proof? Most paranoid delusions are intricate, but this is brilliant! Kyle Reese: Surrounded by living tissue!.Kyle Reese: I didn't build the fucking thing!.Something about the field generated by a living organism. ray guns? Show me a piece of future technology. Peter Silberman: Why didn't you bring any weapons, something more advanced? Don't you have, uh. There's a 15-day wait on the handguns, but the rifles you can take right now. Pawn Shop Clerk: I may close early today.Any one of these is ideal for home defense. Pawn Shop Clerk: You know your weapons, buddy.The Terminator: The Uzi nine millimeter.Pawn Shop Clerk: Hey, just what you see, pal!.The Terminator: Phased plasma rifle in the 40-watt range.Just touch the trigger, the beam comes on and you put the red dot where you want the bullet to go. Pawn Shop Clerk: These are brand new we just got them in.The Terminator: The 12-gauge auto-loader.But there was one man who taught us to fight, to storm the wire of the camps, to smash those metal motherfuckers into junk. Kyle Reese: This is burned in by laser scan.Most of us were rounded up, put in camps for orderly disposal. Patrol machines built in automated factories. Decided our fate in a microsecond: extermination. Then it saw all people as a threat, not just the ones on the other side. They say it got smart, a new order of intelligence. ![]() hooked into everything, trusted to run it all. Kyle Reese: Defense network computers.A few years from now, all this, this whole place, everything, it's gone. Now.Īfter travelling back in time, you’d be bloody hungry, too. And finally… Your pistachios, give them to me. Well… I guess he really does want to improve on those one liners, then, and change “I’ll be back” into a polemic on the nature of being and existing in the ’80s as a robot. Not quite sure why he’d want them, but a Terminator has to do what a Terminator has to do. ![]() It’d certainly help you improve upon those one liners, man. Who could deny a remorseless killing machine that opportunity? Your innuendos, give them to me. Est-ce qu’il y a moyen d’apprendre des trucs par programmes chez toi, pour que tu puisse avoir l’air plus humain ne plus avoir l’air aussi con. Terminator 2 : Le jugement dernier, Terminator. Okay, so maybe all he wanted was to be a father. Répliques de la saga (73) Je veux tes vêtements, tes bottes et ta moto. What the hell do you need them for?! Goddamn pervert. This is not the time for fun and games, Terminator, you’re here to slaughter Sarah Connor! Your pantyhose, give them to me. He is scary and would probably scare crows as well, so he has no real need for scarecrows. The Terminator kind of is a scarecrow, when you think about it. Sarah Connor : Look, Reese, I dont know what you want from. But outside, its living human tissue: flesh, skin, hair, blood - grown for the cyborgs. Underneath, its a hyperalloy combat chassis, microprocessor-controlled. Now.ĭid all the Terminator really just want to do is garden it all up a notch? We think so. The Terminators an infiltration unit: part man, part machine. Your common evening primrose, give them to me. Toes are useful, but not worthwhile obsessing over. With some sort of weird toe fetish, this version of the film would have been a bit rubbish. In this version of the Terminator, the unstoppable juggernaut of a machine is going around eradicating humanity’s many woes. Well, most people don’t own any pigs, so this time around the dude will have been left wanting. Perhaps fed up of his nose, the Terminator may have been eager to collate many noses together to create a giant nose. This camper version of the Terminator would have seen the machine going out on a pulling spree one fine evening – hence the nudity. Who’s to say the Terminator wouldn’t have a few malfunctions when it came to dialect? Your bros, give them to me. He’d have been the best damn fireman in the world, too, there’s no denying that! You’re clothes, give them to me. Now.ĭid the Terminator come back to collect everyone’s cloths, so he could have a big tea party? It’s a possibility. Paxton, you legend! Your cloths, give them to me. Note the young Bill Paxton with the blue spikey hair – we’ll miss you, Mr. When a robot wants some clothes, a robot wants some clothes.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |