It's funny how the bad terminator leaves his gun with the guard, before entering the metal detector at the border patrol, even though it doesn't make a difference and he ends up barging through and killing everyone in his way anyway.
Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being, and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin.

Could be better than expected! One can only hope.

Noice. Finally a good Terminator.