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終結(jié)者（二）Terminator II
Part TWO: Human love
A107 ext. compound - day /LATER A107*
John: I wish I coulda met my real dad.
Terminator: You will.
John: Yeah. I guess so. My mom says when I'm like, 45, I think, I send him back through time to 1984. But right now he hasn't even been born yet. Man, it messes with your head. Where's that other bolt? (Terminator hands it to him) Thanks. Mom and him were only together for one night, but she still loves him, I guess. I see her crying sometimes. She denies it totally, of course. Like she says she got something in her eye.
Terminator: Why do you cry?
John: You mean people? I don't know. We just cry. You know. When it hurts.
Terminator: Pain causes it?
John: Uh-unh, no, it's different... It's when there's nothing wrong with you but you hurt anyway. You get it?
Terminator: No.
John: Alriiight!! My man!
Terminator: No problemo.
SARA (V.O.) Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The Terminator would never stop, it would never leave him... it would always be there. And it would never hurt him, never shout at him or get drunk and hit him, or say it couldn't spend time with him because it was too busy. And it would die to protect him. Of all the would-be fathers who came and went over theyears, this thing, this machine, was the only one who measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.
