"I'll Be Back."
...and back in the present day, Biehn jolts awake, stares at some digging equipment corkscrewing into the ground, and pulls out of the parking lot.
Elsewhere, Sarah and her buddy are getting ready for an evening on the town. Sarah's friend pops a cassette tape into a Walkman the size of a car battery and starts bopping to the music, which was the style at the time.
The phone rings, and Sarah strolls into the living room, wearing a Jetsons T-shirt. She picks up something that looks like a phone, only bigger, and with a curly cord attached to one end. The voice on the other end says, "First I'm going to rip your buttons off one by one, and then run my tongue down your neck to your bare, gleaming breasts." Grandpa? Sarah starts to smile as the guy describes various oral clothing removal methods, and yells for "Ginger" that "it's Matt," only Ginger has her headphones in and can't hear, so Sarah listens a little while longer to Matt, who we see is wearing a...sleeveless Albert Einstein shirt? "Who is this?" she says, flustering Matt, who asks for Ginger. "It's the creep," Sarah tells Ginger, handing the phone over. Completely recovered, Matt launches into his lascivious little speech again, word for word.
On now to a chaotic police station, where grizzled lieutenant Ed is getting the lowdown on a couple of murders that day. Women, both named Sarah Connor. "Is this right?" he says. "The press is gonna be short-stroking it all over the place," says the detective. Lousy press! I don't think I even want to know what "short-stroking it" means. These two morons lament the weird "one-day pattern killer." It occurs to neither that maybe they should check to see if there are any other women who fit the pattern.
Oh, Lord. See, whenever I get nostalgic for the '80s, I will remember Sarah in her feathered hair and peach Jedi costume and Ginger, who spent all evening with her blow-dryer in order to make herself look like Brian May in a hot pink dress. This is what the hot women looked like back then. "Better than mortal men deserve," says Ginger. Well, the mortal men of the time wore T-shirts with pastel suits and sandals with no socks, so technically she is correct.