Cameron: Native Americans believe that when their pictures are taken, their souls are stolen and locked in the photograph forever.
Derek: I think you're safe.

John: God I hate funerals.
Sarah: I hate Skynet.

Catherine: Do you have him Mr. Walsh?
Walsh: No ma'am. He's proven a bit harder to locate than I had anticipated.
Catherine: You assured me it'd be a very simple job.
Walsh: I know, ma'am. Everyone I've spoken to thinks that he is dead. Died in the explosion at the factory
Catherine: I can tell you he isn't. He didn't.
Walsh: I've got a good lead on him ma'am.
Catherine: I hope so Mr. Walsh.

Derek: Condolences.
Walsh: It's not my funeral, but thanks. I'm an OSHA investigator. I'm looking into the explosion.
Derek: Hmm. (See's Walsh's ring) Big change from being a cop.
Walsh: Yeah. 23 years, Baltimore 4th precinct Pikesville. You a local?
Derek: My...my wife worked up at the plant. She, uh, she knew a lot of these people.
Walsh: My condolences.
Derek: So what do you think?
Walsh: About what?
Derek: What happened?
Walsh: I think it's too early to tell.
Derek: Would you even if you knew?
Walsh: Tell?
Derek: Yeah.
Walsh: No.
Derek: You know, people say it wasn't an accident.
Walsh: Is that right?
Derek: They say something was going on up there other than heating and air conditioning.
Walsh: Something as in what exactly?
Derek: That's what I'm asking you.
Walsh: Suppose you knew something was going on up there. What would you do?
Derek: Absolutely nothing.
Walsh: Absolutely nothing.
Derek: That's what I said.
Walsh: Thanks for the ride.
Derek: No problem.
Walsh: I think I'm...I'm gonna walk the rest of the way.
Derek: No problem. Good luck with your investigation.

Sarah: Guy who shot me is either a serial killer or a true believer. His wife thinks he was murdered.
Derek: She's right. But, nothing about the, uh, the thing you think you saw? The...drone, or whatever?
Sarah: I don't think I saw it. I saw it. (Glances at Walsh) Who's he?
Derek: Looking for something. I figure the best way to find out what it is is to let him find it.
Sarah: He made you. He'll try and lose you, but he doesn't know me. I'll handle it.
Derek: You always do.
Sarah: Skynet's here, Reese. I can feel it.
Derek: Hmm.
Sarah: What?
Derek: You called me Reese again. It's what you used to call him, isn't it? Kyle? You know, maybe you should try and let him go.
Sarah: Maybe you should.

John: You know, there are times that I'd have to say, that this is one of them, where it seems every single logical step we take leads to the most bizarre place.
Derek: You mean crashing that poor guy's wake and eating his widow's shrimp skewers?
John: Yeah, Derek, I mean that. What's the point?
Derek: You know what the point is. Your mom thinks that factory was linked to Skynet.
John: Yeah, and you think she's nuts.
Derek: Doesn't mean I think she's wrong.
Cameron: (Cameron indicates Zoe and Stella standing by the picture of Zoe's father) She hasn't looked at her father's picture since we've been here. Not once. Neither has her mother.
Derek: Yeah, and?
Cameron: If you had a photo of Kyle Reese, you'd look at it, wouldn't you? Maybe there's something I don't understand.
John: He's not dead.
Derek: That's a big leap.
John: Let me repeat what she said. If you had a photo of your brother, would you or would you not look at it?
Derek: (Derek looks back at Zoe and Stella) He's not dead.
Cameron: We should find him before he is.