(..) The claw! The claw is our master. The claw chooses who will go and who will stay. -This is ludicrous. -Hey, bozo, you got a brain in there? Take that! Oh, no! Sid! Get down! What's gotten into you? I was... You are the one that decided (..)

(..) One of my mission parameters. Prove it. Stand on one foot. Cool! My own terminator. You okay, kid? Take a hike, bozo. Let's get out of here. - What? Fuck you, little dipshit. Dipshit? Put your leg down. (..)

(..) Okay? - Let's go. - Yeah. Reggie, what the hell is going on? Your bozo boy-toy here thought it wise to try to steal his car back before we settled our account. - Not smart. - Mrs. Jones, (..)