Paramount+ original film Terminator 2: Judgment Day was released July 3rd, 1991.
#T2 cleared $520.8M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 91%
metacritic: 75
imdb: 8.6
oscars: 4 wins
John Connor
John Connor is fated to lead the human resistance in a war against the machines in Los Angeles, California.
“Come on! She’s not my mother, Todd. Please insert your stolen card now. Pin number. Go, baby. Go, baby. All right. Pin number 9-0-0-3. From my mom. My real mom, I mean. Um, withdraw 3-0-0 bucks! Come on, baby. Come on, come on. Yes! All right. Easy money. Come on! Yes! Piece of cake! Yes. No, she’s a complete psycho. That’s why she’s up at Pescadero. It’s a mental institute, okay? She tried to blow up the computer factory, but she got shot and arrested. She’s a total loser. All right. Come on, let’s go spend some money. Not now. Not now. Yeah. Aah! Aah! Come on! Come on! Aah!” — John Connor
“Okay, time out. Stop the bike. Time out. Come on, stop the bike. Holy shit. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a terminator, right? Holy shit. You’re really real. I mean… you’re like a machine underneath, right? But sort of alive outside? This is intense. Get a grip, John. Okay. Um… you’re not here to kill me. I figured that part out for myself. So what’s the deal? Yeah? Who sent you? Oh, this is deep.” — John Connor
“So, this other guy, he’s a terminator like you, right? You mean, more advanced than you are? What the hell does that mean? Where are we going? I got to stop by my house to pick up some stuff. You sure? Look, Todd and Janelle are dicks but I got to warn them. Shit. You got a quarter? Janelle, it’s me. Yeah. Is everything all right? Are you guys okay? Yeah, I’m fine. Something’s wrong. She’s never this nice. The dog’s really barking. Could he already be there? Max.” — John Connor
“I need a minute here. You’re telling me that this thing can imitate anything it touches? Get real. It could disguise itself as a pack of cigarettes? Why doesn’t it become a bomb or something? Like what? See, we spent a lot of time in Nicaragua and places like that. For a while there, she was this crazy ex-Green Beret guy, running guns. Then there were some other guys. She’d shack up with anybody she could learn from so she could teach me how to be this great military leader. Then she gets busted. It’s like, ‘sorry, kid, your mom’s a psycho. Didn’t you know?’ It’s like everything I’ve been brought up to believe is all made-up bullshit. I hated her for that. But everything she said was true. She knew and nobody believed her. Not even me. Listen, we got to get her out of there. Great. What happens to her? Shit! Why didn’t you tell me? We got to go right now. Yeah? Well, fuck you! She’s a priority to me. Hey! God damn it! What’s your problem? God damn it! Help! Get this psycho off of me! Help! Help me get this psycho off of me! Let me go! Why the hell did you do that? What? You have to do what I say, huh? Prove it. Stand on one foot. Yes! Cool. My own terminator. Wow. Take a hike, bozo. Dipshit? Put your leg down. Did you call moi a dipstick? Grab this guy. He called me a dipshit. Now who’s the dipshit, you jock douchebag? No! Put the gun down now! Get out of here! Jesus, you were going to kill that guy. Listen to me very carefully, okay? You’re not a terminator anymore, all right? You got that? You just can’t go around killing people. What do you mean, why? ‘Cause you can’t. Because you just can’t, okay? Trust me on this. Look, I’m going to go get my mom, and I order you to help me.” — John Connor
“Why do we stop now? You got to promise me you’re not going to kill anyone, right? Swear? Just put up your hand and say, ‘I swear I won’t kill anyone. All right. Let’s go. What are you doing? Mom, wait! Mom! Help her! Mom, are you okay? Mom! It’s okay. He’s here to help. It’s okay. Mom! Go! Here. Last one. Ready. He’s not back there. There’s nobody behind us.” — John Connor
Sara Connor
“Three billion human lives ended on August 29, 1997. The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgment Day. They lived only to face a new nightmare the war against the machines. The computer which controlled the machines, Skynet, sent two terminators back through time. Their mission, to destroy the leader of the human resistance, John Connor, my son. The first terminator was programmed to strike at me in the year 1984, before John was born. It failed. The second was to strike at John himself when he was still a child. As before, the resistance was able to send a lone warrior, a protector for John. It was just a question of which one of them would reach him first.”
“Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Good morning, Dr. Silberman. How’s the knee? It’s like a giant strobe light burning right through my eyes. Somehow I can still see. Fuck. We know the dream’s the same every night. Why do I have to… children look like burnt paper, black, not moving. And then the blast wave hits them. And they fly apart like leaves. It’s not a dream, you moron. It’s real. I know the date it happens. On August 29, 1997. It’s going to feel pretty fucking real to you, too. Anybody not wearing 2 million sunblock is going to have a real bad day, get it? God, you think you’re safe and alive? You’re already dead. Everybody! Him. You. You’re dead already. This whole place, everything you see is gone! You’re the one living in the fucking dream, Silberman, ’cause I know what happens! It happens!”
“I’m much better now. Clearer. It’s helped me to have a goal, something to look forward to. Well, you said that if I showed improvement after six months, you would transfer me to the minimum security wing, and I could have visitors. Well, it’s been six months, and I was looking forward to seeing my son. They don’t exist. I know that now. Well, if I had, there would have been some evidence. They would have found something at the factory. No. Why would they?”
“So what do you think, Doctor? I have shown improvement, haven’t I? You have to let me see my son. Please. Please. He’s in great danger. He’s naked without me. If I could just make a phone call. I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch! Son of a bitch! God! You don’t know what you’re doing! Aah! You don’t know what you’re doing! There are 215 bones in the human body. That’s one. Now don’t move.”
“Open it or he’s dead before he hits the floor. Open the door! You’re already dead. Everybody dies. You know I believe it. So don’t fuck with me! Back off. Get back or I’ll pump him full of this shit, I swear! Don’t move! Drop it! Get in the office. On the floor, face down. Not you! Open the door. On the floor. Hold it open. Face the wall! No! No! No! No! No! No! He’ll kill us all! He’ll kill us all! He’ll kill us all!”
“What the fuck is it? What the fuck is going on? Out of the car! Right now! I’m out. Come on. John!”
The Terminator
“I need your clothes, boots, and your motorcycle.”
“Get down. Yes. Cyberdyne systems model 101. I’m a cybernetic organism living tissue over a metal endoskeleton. My mission is to protect you. You did. Thirty-five years from now, you reprogrammed me to be your protector here, in this time.”
“Not like me. A T-1000, advanced prototype. Yes. A mimetic poly-alloy. Liquid metal. We have to get out of the city and avoid the authorities. Negative. The T-1000 would definitely try to reacquire you there. I would. I’m right here. I’m fine. What’s the dog’s name? Hey, Janelle. What’s wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking. Is he okay? Your foster parents are dead.”
“Anything it samples by physical contact. No. Only an object of equal size. It can’t form complex machines. Guns and explosives have chemicals, moving parts. It doesn’t work that way. But it can form solid metal shapes. Knives and stabbing weapons. Negative. The T-1000’s highest probability for success now will be to copy Sarah Connor and wait for you. Typically, the subject being copied is terminated. Negative. It’s not a mission priority. This does not help our mission. Because you told me to. That’s one of my mission parameters. Of course. I’m a terminator. Why? Why?”
“Right. What? I swear I will not kill anyone. He’ll live. Wait here. Come with me if you want to live. Go. Get down. Reload. Hang on. Here. Drive.”
T-1000
“Are you the legal guardian of John Connor. Could I speak with him, please? Do you have a photograph of John? I just need to ask him a few questions. He’s a good-looking boy. Mind if I keep this picture? No. I wouldn’t worry about him. Thanks for your cooperation.”
“The galleria? Girls, do you know John Connor? Hey do you know this guy?”
“Hello. John? Everything’s okay. Are you all right? John, it’s late. I was beginning to worry about you. If you hurry home, we’ll have dinner together. I’m making beef stew. John, where are you? Honey, it’s late. Please don’t make me worry. Honey, are you okay? You sure you’re all right? Wolfie’s fine, honey. Wolfie’s just fine. Where are you?”
“Hi. You have a Sarah Connor here?”
John’s foster parents
“John… John, get in there and clean up that pigsty of yours. John! I swear, I’ve had it with that goddamn kid. He won’t even answer me. Honey, move. Get off your butt and help me. Todd. What? What? He hasn’t cleaned that room of his in a month. Well, it’s an emergency. Hang on. I’ll get right on it. John, get your ass inside. Come on! Do what your mother tells ya.”
“That’s right, Officer. What’s he done now? He took off on his bike this morning. Yeah, sure. Hold on. You going to tell me what this is all about? No. Someone was here this morning looking for him, too. A big guy on a bike. Has that got something to do with this?”
“What the hell’s the damn dog barking at? Hey, shut up! You worthless piece of shit. Thought you told the kid to get rid of that fucking mutt.”
Psychiatric hospital
“This next patient is interesting. I’ve been following the case for years. 29-year-old female, diag… hey, hey. Diagnosed as acute schizo-affective disorder. The usual indicators. Depression, anxiety, violent acting out, delusions of persecution. The delusional architecture is fairly unique. She believes that a machine, called a terminator, which looks human, of course, was sent back through time to kill her. That’s original. And also, that the father of her child was a soldier sent back to protect her. No. He was from the future, too. The year 2029 if I remember correctly. And here we are. Morning, Sarah. Fine, Sarah. She, uh, stabbed me in the kneecap with my pen a few weeks ago. Repeated escape attempts… let’s move on, shall we? Douglas, I don’t like to see the patients disrupting their rooms. See that she takes her Thorazine. Sure, Dr. Silberman. I’ll take her care of it.”
“Please continue. Dreams of cataclysm, the end of the world, are very common. I’m sure it feels very real to you.”
“Yes. Yes, your attitude has been much improved lately. And what is that? I see. Let’s go back to what you were saying about those terminator machines. Now you think they don’t exist? But you’ve told me on many occasions about how you crushed one in a hydraulic press. I see. You don’t believe anymore that the company covered it up. Well, Sarah. Here’s the problem. I know how smart you are. I think you’re just telling me what I want to hear. I don’t think you really believe what you’re saying. I think if I put you in minimum security, you’ll just try to escape again. Afraid not. Not for a while. I see no choice but to recommend to the review board that you stay here for another six months. Ten CCs of sodium amytal, stat! Get some restraints in here! Now! Got her? Model citizen.”
“Sorry, guys. She’s gotten more and more disconnected from reality as time goes on. She can’t help us now. If she clears at all and can give us anything, then I’ll call you. Douglas, take her back to her room, please. Yes, sir. Come on, sweetheart, let’s go. Hmm.”
“You’re running kind of late, aren’t you? They’ve been in there for an hour. Hold on a second. I’ll buzz you in. Oh, here comes your friends now. No, thanks. How about a beer? That’s good, Lewis. Must be my lucky day. Increase the medication to 250 milligrams. Mmm-hmm. Same drugs? You… you broke my arm! What’re you gonna do?”
“Visiting hours is 10:00 to 4:00, Monday through Friday. Aah! You son of a bitch! You shot me! Don’t shoot me again. Don’t kill me. Aah. Aah! Son of a bitch! Let’s all try to remain calm. There’s no way. Let him go. It ain’t going to happen. Take it easy, Sarah. Easy. It won’t work. You’re no killer. I don’t believe you. Open the door! Open the door! Open it. Do it! Do it! Aah! Get her! Get her! Open the door! Open the lock! Let’s go! Come on. Open it! Come on. Let’s go! She broke it off. Go around! Come on! Move it. Move it! Come back here! Hurry up! Hurry up! Hold her. No! Oh!”
Cyberdine Systems
“Let’s try a new position right there. Mr. Dyson. Mr. Dyson, the materials team is running another… yes. Mr. Dyson. The materials team is running another series. You have to sign for the… okay, come on. I’ll get it. It. You have to sign it out. I know I haven’t been here that long, but could you tell me, I mean, if you know… know what? Well, if you know where ‘it’ came from. I asked them once. You know what they said? ‘Don’t ask.’ How’s it going? Good morning, Mr. Dyson. Okay. Insert key. Left on three. Two, one, turn. Great. Thanks. How are the wife and kids? There you go.”
Cops
“R-31 David, show me code 6 at the 6th street bridge and Santa Fe on an electrical disturbance. 10-4. R-31 David. Ugh.”
“These were taken by a video surveillance camera at the West Highland police station in 1984. He killed 17 police officers that night. Men with families, children. These were taken at a mall in Reseda, today. Miss Connor, we know you know who this guy is. Look, I just sat here and told you that your son is missing, that the foster parents have been murdered. We know this guy’s involved. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Don’t you care? We’re wasting our time. Let’s go.”
“Hey, Gwen, you want some coffee? Yeah, right. Hey, I got a full house.”
Humans
“Aah! Hmm. Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! You forgot to say please. Ooh. Ohh! Aah! Get him off me! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Ooh, oh! Pull it out! Pull it out! Oh! Pull it out! Take it. Can’t let you take the man’s wheels, son. Now, get off before I put you down. That’s it, damn it.”
“Your foster parents are kind of dicks, huh? Will you hurry up? Who’d you learn this stuff from anyway? Hey, it worked. Yeah! That her? So she’s pretty cool, huh? Oh, shit.”
“Wah! You just missed him. He was here 15 minutes ago. He said he was going to the galleria, right? Yeah. There. I’ve never seen him. Cool. I’m going to get some quarters. I’ll be back. Oh, no! No. Nah, I don’t know him. John. John. There’s this cop scoping for you. Check it out. Yeah, he’s right over there. Split, man. Just go. I think I saw that kid you were… hey! Hey! You’re not supposed to be in here! Hey! Hey! Hey, Mister. Are you all right? Is he all right? Shit. Damn it. Aah!”
“You okay, kid? Let’s get out of here, man. Fuck you, you little dipshit. Just trying to help this punk. Aah! Aah! Get him off me! Come on, Gus, let’s split. Come on!”
