John Connor: Halt! Halt!
[John gets off the motorcycle]
John Connor: Here, let us rest. Hail now, what art thou? Are you flesh and blood? Are you working pulse?
The Terminator: The blood I drop is rather physical then dangerous to me, I am a Terminator. Cyberdyne Systems Model 101.
John Connor: Never did I know a creature that did bare a shape of a man. Thou art a strange fellow.
[John touches the Terminator and sees blood]
John Connor: A tailor make a man? I am amazed and no not what to say. You do seem to know something of me or what concerns me. Pray you, discover to me what you both spur and stop.
[the Terminator gets off his motorcycle]
The Terminator: My Lord I was sent for, my master through his art foresees the danger that you are in and sends me forth else his project dies to keep you living.
John Connor: How can you hither?
The Terminator: It is you that chuck forth which brought me hither
[takes out a handgun and cocks it back]
The Terminator: and hither hath I come. A pro log armed.
John Connor: It is true indeed. Tis is the strange truth. What services can stall do?
The Terminator: I can keep honest council, ride, run and deliver a plain message,
[cocks back his gun]
The Terminator: bluntly.
