"[last lines] By the time SkyNet became self-aware it had spread into millions of computer servers all across the planet. Ordinary computers in office buildings, dorm rooms, everywhere. It was software, in cyberspace. There was no system core. It could not be shut down. The attack began at 6:18 P.M. just as he said it would. Judgment Day. The day the human race was nearly destroyed by the weapons they built to protect themselves. I should have realized our destiny was never to stop Judgment Day; it was merely to survive it. Together. The Terminator knew. He tried to tell us, but I didn't want to hear it. Maybe the future has been written. I don't know. All I know is what the Terminator taught me. Never stop fighting. And I never will. The battle has just begun."

"[waking up from his nightmares] I feel the weight of the future bearing down on me. A future I don't want. So I keep running...as fast as I can...anywhere...nowhere..."

"[opening lines] "The future has not been written. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves." I wish I could believe that. My name is John Connor. They tried to murder me before I was born. When I was 13, they tried again. Machines from the future. Terminators. All my life my mother told me the storm was coming - Judgment Day, the beginning of a war between man and machines. Three billion lives were vanished in an instant. And I would lead what was left of the human race to ultimate victory. It hasn’t happened, no bombs fell, computers didn’t take control. We stopped Judgment Day. I should feel safe. But I don’t. So I live off the grid, no phone, no address. No one and nothing can find me. I’ve erased all connections to the past. But as hard as I try, I can't erase my dreams. My nightmares."

"Why do you care what I think anyway? I don't give a crap if you cover yourself in peanut butter and had a fifteen hooker gang bang!"

"What are you more pissed off about? The fact that I took some shots of you, or the fact that I took some shots of you while you were cheating on your wife?"

"He calls himself Bob and he gives me the money upfront. 200 bucks a night. If I'd known I was gonna end up here, I would have asked for a hell of a lot more."

"Face it, Larry, we're both bullshitters. But my camera isn't. It doesn't know how to lie. It only shows you what's put right in front of it."

"On my sixth birthday, my best friend at the time, Scott Tibbs, stabbed me with a rusty nail, I didn't tell you about that. I didn't tell you that my last girlfriend was a feminist, vegan punk who broke up with me because she thought I was too angry. Uh, I haven't told you that one of my toenails is slightly-"

"Yes, I'm willing to risk it! Give me that sweet cancer."

"A cellphone! The most beautiful invention on this planet!"

"This is the most fun I've had without lubricant!"

"I went to bed in my shithole apartment and woke up in an actual shithole."

"My name is Very Fucking Confused; what's your name?"

"Help! Someone help me! Is someone there? Hey! Oh, shit, I'm probably dead."

"Zep, you perverted little psychopath! I'm going to take great pleasure in seeing you pay for this, you bastard fuck!"

"[to Adam] I DID NOT CHEAT ON HER!"

"He doesn't want us to cut through our chains. He wants us to cut through our feet."

"Hello Mr. Hindle. Or as they called you around the hospital: Zepp. I want you to make a choice. There's a slow-acting poison coursing through your system, which only I have the antidote for. Will you murder a mother and her child to save yourself? Listen carefully, if you will. There are rules."

"Congratulations. You are still alive. Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. Not anymore."

"Hello, Amanda. You don't know me, but I know you. I want to play a game. Here's what happens if you lose. The device you are wearing is hooked into your upper and lower jaw. When the timer in the back goes off, your mouth will be permanently ripped open. Think of it like a reverse bear trap. Here, I'll show you. [on videotape, a mannequin's head is destroyed by the device] There is only one key to open the device. It's in the stomach of your dead cell mate. Look around, Amanda. Know that I'm not lying. You better hurry up. Live or die. Make your choice."

"Hello, Mark. If you are so sick, then why do I have so many photos of you up and about? Let's put your so-called "illness" to the test. Right now, there's a slow acting poison in your veins. The antidote is inside the safe; the combination to the safe is written on the wall. Hurry up and program it in, but watch your step. By the way, that's a flammable substance smeared on your body, so I would be careful with that candle if I were you... or all the people you've burned with your act just might have their revenge."

"Hello, Paul. You are a perfectly healthy, sane and middle-class male. Yet last month you ran a straight razor across your wrist. Did you cut yourself because you truly wanted to die, or did you just want some attention? Tonight, you'll show me. The irony is that if you want to die you just have to stay where you are, but if you want to live, you'll have to cut yourself again. Find the path through the razor-wire to the door. But hurry. At three o'clock that door will lock, and then, this room becomes your tomb. How much blood will you shed to stay alive, Paul?"

"Dr. Gordon, this is your wake-up call. Every day of your working life you have given people the news that they're going to die soon. Now, you will be the cause of death. Your aim in this game is to kill Adam. You have until six on the clock to do it. There's a man in the room with you. When there's that much poison in your blood, the only thing left to do -- is shoot yourself. There are ways to win this hidden all around you. Just remember, X marks the spot for the treasure. If you do not kill Adam by six, then Alison and Diana will die, Dr. Gordon... and I'll leave you in this room to rot. Let the game begin. [whispers] Follow your heart."

"Rise and shine, Adam. You're probably wondering where you are. I'll tell you where you might be. You might be in the room you die in. Up until now you simply sat in the shadows watching others live out their lives. But what do voyeurs see when they look into the mirror? Now, I see you as a strange mix of someone angry, yet apathetic. But mostly just pathetic. So are you going to watch yourself die today, Adam, or do something about it?"

"I want to play a game."

"Yes, I'm sick, officer. Sick from the disease eating away at me inside. Sick of people who don't appreciate their blessings. Sick of those who scoff at the suffering of others. I'm sick of it all!"

"Game over!"

"Tobin Bell - John Kramer/Jigsaw"

"Shawnee Smith - Amanda Young"

"Makenzie Vega - Diana Gordon"

"Monica Potter - Alison Gordon"

"Michael Emerson - Zep Hindle"

"Paul Gutrecht - Mark Rodriguez"

"Mike Butters - Paul Leahy"

"Ned Bellamy - Jeff Ridenhour"

"Dina Meyer - Detective Allison Kerry"

"Ken Leung - Detective Steven Sing"

"Danny Glover - Detective David Tapp"

"Cary Elwes - Dr. Lawrence Gordon"

"Leigh Whannell - Adam Stanheight"

"Oh, yes... there will be blood."

"Dare you see Saw?"

"Live or die. Make your choice."

"Every puzzle has its pieces."

"How much blood would you shed to stay alive?"

"Every piece has a puzzle."

"Detective Allison Kerry: Looks like our friend Jigsaw likes to book himself front row seats to his own sick little games."