Back in 1984, well before big Arnie was governor of California, I was visiting a friend in Melbourne and we went to see him in the movie The Terminator, in which Arnie doesn't say a lot, but spends most of the movie playing a cyborg chasing a terrified woman in order to prevent her having a child that will cause problems for him in the future
(the old time travel paradox—second time this week I've fallen for that trick!)
By the time the movie terminates Arnie has crashed twice, been shot several times, been set on fire, blown up, and eventually crushed by a big machine in a factory (sorry if that spoils the ending for you).
The most surreal moment of the movie for me, however, was the two little old ladies sitting behind us, one of whom said to the other as the credits rolled "Well, you've got to give him ten out of ten for tenacity!"
Today, God willing and barring accidents, I'm going to submit two copies of the thesis for the M.Th. I've been working on since 1988. For some reason that little old lady in the movie theatre came to mind.