Cameron: There are many things I don’t understand. John: Like what? Cameron: The tortoise. John: What tortoise? Cameron: It was on its back by the side of the road in Mexico. Your mother turned it over. John: She was helping it. Cameron: I know. But why?
What have you been doing? You’ve been out here for hours.Making something…for you.What is it?
You tried to fix me. Twice now. It’s not working. And?I’m not capable of self-termination.Suicide. I can’t kill myself, but you can.Why would I want to kill you?You might have to some day. I’ve planted an explosive in my skull near my chip. It’s a small amount, but it’s enough.
Enough? All you have to do is hit the switch.What would future John do now? Future John doesn’t live here. You do.
John: We were using it for research, to find out what makes them— Sarah: Don’t, John. Just don’t. Don’t make excuses for her. Don’t cover for her. John: I knew about the parts— Sarah: I’m not talking about the parts. I’m talking about Riley. John: Well, there’s nothing to talk about, is there? Because Riley’s dead. Sarah: How do you think that happened? John: I don’t know. I’m gonna figure it out, though. Sarah: You know, John. We both know.
i’m having a fucking meltdown in the back of my mind while i’m at work because john connor was going to kiss cameron the terminator while his hand was inside her checking whether she was leaking radiation
he was so obviously focused on her mouth and on kissing her and struggling not to that cameron had to interrupt him and tell him it was time to go