John Hammond: When we have control again...
Dr. Ellie Sattler: You never had control, that's the illusion! I was overwhelmed by the power of this place. But I made a mistake, too, I didn't have enough respect for that power and it's out now. The only thing that matters now are the people we love. Alan and Lex and Tim. John, they're out there where people are dying.
[Dodgson is meeting Nedry at a restaurant in Costa Rica]
Dennis Nedry: [waving] Dodgeson!
Lew Dodgson: [sitting down] You shouldn't use my name.
Dennis Nedry: [loudly] Dodgson, Dodgson, we've got Dodgson here! Nobody cares. Nice hat. What are you trying to look like, a secret agent?
Muldoon: [Muldoon and Ellie have arrived at the site of the T-Rex attack] I think this was Gennaro.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: [about 15 feet away] I think this was too.
Dr. Alan Grant: [finding egg shells] Oh my God. Do you know what this is? This is a dinosaur egg. The dinosaurs are breeding.
Tim: But Grandpa said all the dinosaurs were girls.
Dr. Alan Grant: Amphibian DNA.
Lex: What's that?
Dr. Alan Grant: Well, on the tour, the film said they used frog DNA to fill in the gene sequence gaps. They mutated the dinosaur genetic code and blended it with that of a frog's. Now, some West African frogs have been known to spontaneously change sex from male to female in a single sex environment. Malcolm was right. Look...
[we see a trail of baby dinosaur footprints]
Dr. Alan Grant: Life found a way.
Lex: I'm a hacker!
Tim: That's what I said: you're a nerd.
Lex: I am not a computer nerd. I prefer to be called a hacker!
Dr. Ellie Sattler: We can make it if we run.
Muldoon: No, we can't.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Why not?
Muldoon: Because we are being hunted.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Oh God.
Muldoon: In the bushes straight ahead. It's all right.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Like hell it is!
John Hammond: [as they gather around a baby dinosaur hatching from its egg] I've been present for the birth of every little creature on this island.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Surely not the ones that are bred in the wild?
Henry Wu: Actually they can't breed in the wild. Population control is one of our security precautions. There's no unauthorized breeding in Jurassic Park.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: How do you know they can't breed?
Henry Wu: Well, because all the animals in Jurassic Park are female. We've engineered them that way.
[they take the baby dinosaur out of its egg. A robot arm picks up the shell out of Grant's hand and puts it back down]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: But again, how do you know they're all female? Does somebody go out into the park and pull up the dinosaurs' skirts?
Henry Wu: We control their chromosomes. It's really not that difficult. All vertebrate embryos are inherently female anyway, they just require an extra hormone given at the right developmental stage to make them male. We simply deny them that.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: John, the kind of control you're attempting simply is... it's not possible. If there is one thing the history of evolution has taught us it's that life will not be contained. Life breaks free, it expands to new territories and crashes through barriers, painfully, maybe even dangerously, but, uh... well, there it is.
John Hammond: [sardonically] There it is.
Henry Wu: You're implying that a group composed entirely of female animals will... breed?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: No, I'm, I'm simply saying that life, uh... finds a way.
Dr. Alan Grant: [watching Gennaro jump out of the tour car and sprint to the porta-potty at the sight of the T-Rex] Well, where does he think he's going?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: When you gotta go, you gotta go.
John Hammond: Dr. Grant, my dear Dr. Sattler... Welcome to Jurassic Park.
John Hammond: We've made living biological attractions so astounding that they'll capture the imagination of the entire planet.
John Hammond: We spared no expense.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: So, what are you thinking?
Dr. Alan Grant: We're out of a job.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Don't you mean extinct?
John Hammond: All major theme parks have delays. When they opened Disneyland in 1956, nothing worked!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Yeah, but, John, if The Pirates of the Caribbean breaks down, the pirates don't eat the tourists.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [looking at a huge mound of dinosaur faeces] That is one big pile of shit.
Dr. Alan Grant: [about the velociraptors] What kind of metabolism do they have?What's their growth rate?
Muldoon: They're lethal at eight months, and I do mean lethal. I've hunted most things that can hunt you, but the way these things move...
Dr. Alan Grant: Fast for a biped?
Muldoon: Cheetah speed. Fifty, sixty miles an hour if they ever got out into the open, and they're astonishing jumpers...
John Hammond: Yes, yes, yes. That's why we're taking extreme precautions.
Dr. Alan Grant: Do they show intelligence? With their brain cavity...
Muldoon: They show extreme intelligence, even problem-solving intelligence. Especially the big one. We bred eight originally, but when she came in she took over the pride and killed all but two of the others. That one... when she looks at you, you can see she's working things out. That's why we have to feed them like this. She had them all attacking the fences when the feeders came.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: But the fences are electrified though, right?
Muldoon: That's right, but they never attack the same place twice. They were testing the fences for weaknesses, systematically. They remember.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [Dr. Ellie Sattler has dug through a pile of dino-droppings with her hands] You will remember to wash your hands before you eat anything?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Anybody hear that? It's a, um... It's an impact tremor, that's what it is... I'm fairly alarmed here.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [while being chased by the T-Rex] Must go faster.
[Ellie and Muldoon find Malcolm injured at the scene of the T-Rex attack]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Remind me to thank John for a lovely weekend.
Lex: It's a UNIX system! I know this!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Dinosaurs eat man. Woman inherits the earth.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: God help us, we're in the hands of engineers.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [as they escape the T-Rex chasing after them in the Jeep] You think they'll have that on the tour?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [watching the T-Rex breaking through the deactivated electric fence] Boy, do I hate being right all the time!
Dr. Alan Grant: [as he, Lex, Tim, and Ellie are escaping from the island and the rampaging dinosaurs] Mr. Hammond, after careful consideration, I've decided - not to endorse your park.
John Hammond: So have I.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: There. Look at this. See? See? I'm right again. Nobody could've predicted that Dr. Grant would suddenly, suddenly jump out of a moving vehicle.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Alan? Alan!
[Jumps out of the vehicle]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: There's, another example.
[laughs to himself]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: See, here I'm now sitting by myself, uh, er, talking to myself. That's, that's chaos theory.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: [after finding Malcolm with a broken leg] Should we chance moving him?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [the Tyrannosaur roars nearby] Please, chance it.
Dr. Alan Grant: [Dr. Grant enters his mobile trailer home and sees John Hammond in his fridge] What the hell do you think you're doing in here?
[John pops open a bottle of champagne. The cork comes flying at Grant and he ducks]
Dr. Alan Grant: Hey, we were saving that.
John Hammond: For today, I guarantee it.
John Hammond: You know the first attraction I ever built when I came down south from Scotland? It was a Flea Circus, Petticoat Lane. Really quite wonderful. We had a wee trapeze, and a merry-go... carousel and a seesaw. They all moved, motorized of course, but people would say they could see the fleas. "Oh, I see the fleas, mummy! Can't you see the fleas?" Clown fleas and high wire fleas and fleas on parade... But with this place, I wanted to show them something that wasn't an illusion. Something that was real, something that they could see and touch. An aim not devoid of merit.
Dr. Alan Grant: Kids! You want to have one of those?
Dr. Ellie Sattler: I don't want that kid, but a breed of child Dr. Grant could be intriguing. I mean, what's so wrong with kids?
Dr. Alan Grant: Oh, Ellie, look, they're noisy, they're messy, they're expensive.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Cheap... cheap...
Dr. Alan Grant: They smell.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: They do not smell.
Dr. Alan Grant: Some of them smell.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Oh, give me a break!
Dr. Alan Grant: Babies smell!
Volunteer Boy: That doesn't look very scary. More like a six-foot turkey.
Dr. Alan Grant: A turkey, huh? OK, try to imagine yourself in the Cretaceous Period. You get your first look at this "six foot turkey" as you enter a clearing. He moves like a bird, lightly, bobbing his head. And you keep still because you think that maybe his visual acuity is based on movement like T-Rex - he'll lose you if you don't move. But no, not Velociraptor. You stare at him, and he just stares right back. And that's when the attack comes. Not from the front, but from the side,
[makes 'whoshing' sound]
Dr. Alan Grant: from the other two raptors you didn't even know were there. Because Velociraptor's a pack hunter, you see, he uses coordinated attack patterns and he is out in force today. And he slashes at you with this...
[he produces raptor claw from his pocket]
Dr. Alan Grant: A six-inch retractable claw, like a razor, on the the middle toe. He doesn't bother to bite your jugular like a lion, say... no no. He slashes at you here, or here...
[he lightly 'slashes' across the kid's body with the raptor claw]
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Oh, Alan...
Dr. Alan Grant: Or maybe across the belly, spilling your intestines. The point is, you are alive when they start to eat you. So you know, try to show a little respect.
Volunteer Boy: OK.
[Alan leaves the now slightly frightened kid]
Muldoon: They should all be destroyed.
Muldoon: Shoot her! Shoot her!
Muldoon: [Just before he gets attacked by a raptor] Clever girl.
Muldoon: What about the lysine contingency? We could put that into effect!
Dr. Ellie Sattler: What's that?
John Hammond: That is absolutely out of the question.
Ray Arnold: The lysine contingency is intended to prevent the spread of the animals in case they ever get off the island. Dr. Wu inserted a gene that makes a single faulty enzyme in protein metabolism. The animals can't manufacture the amino acid lysine. Unless they're continually supplied with lysine by us, they'll slip into a coma and die.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: How could we cut off the lysine?
Ray Arnold: No real trick to it. Just stop running the program, leaving them unattended.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: How long before they become comatose?
Ray Arnold: It would be totally painless - they'd just slip into unconsciousness and die.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: How long until they slip into unconsciousness?
Ray Arnold: Hmm... seven days, more or less.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Seven days? Seven days? Oh, that's great. Clever!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: That'll be a first - man and dinosaur all die together. John's plan.
John Hammond: People. Are. Dying! Mr. Arnold, will you please shut down the system.
Ray Arnold: OK, but... you asked for it. Hold on to your butts!
[switches the mainframe off]
Dr. Alan Grant: [seeing the Brachiosaur for the first time] Uh... it's... it's a dinosaur!
Lex: He's gonna eat the goat?
Donald Gennaro: What's the matter, kid? You never had lamb chops?
Lex: I happen to be a vegetarian.
Tim: What do you call a blind dinosaur?
Dr. Alan Grant: I don't know. What do you call a blind dinosaur?
Tim: A Do-you-think-he-saurus.
Dr. Alan Grant: Ha ha. Good one.
Tim: What do you call a blind dinosaur's dog?
Dr. Alan Grant: You got me.
Tim: A Do-you-think-he-saurus Rex.
Dr. Alan Grant: [All of a sudden their electric car stops] What did I touch?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Uh, you didn't touch anything. We stopped.
Donald Gennaro: [Tim pops up wearing a pair of night vision goggles] Hey, where'd you find that?
Tim: In a box under my seat.
Donald Gennaro: Are they heavy?
Donald Gennaro: Then they're expensive, put 'em back.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [seeing the dinosaurs for the first time] You did it. You crazy son of a bitch, you did it.
Dr. Alan Grant: You got any kids?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Me? Oh, hell yeah, three. I love kids. Anything at all can and does happen. Same with wives, for that matter.
Dr. Alan Grant: You were married?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Occaissionally. Yeah, I'm always on the lookout for a future ex-Mrs. Malcolm.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Doctor Grant's not machine compatible.
Tim: [after climbing down the tree to escape the falling car] I hate trees!
Lex: They don't bother me.
Tim: Oh yeah? Well, you weren't in the last one!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [as they pass through the gigantic park gates] What have they got in there, King Kong?
Dennis Nedry: Don't get cheap on me, Dodgson. That was Hammond's mistake.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [to the security camera in the tour car, after yet again a dinosaur has failed to appear] Ah, now eventually you do plan to have dinosaurs on your, on your dinosaur tour, right? Hello?
[he taps the camera lens and breathes on it]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Hello? Yes?
John Hammond: [watching him on a monitor in the control room] I really hate that man.
Dr. Alan Grant: [stunned after seeing the dinosaurs for the first time] They're moving in herds. They do move in herds.
Donald Gennaro: [seeing the dinosaurs for the first time] We're gonna make a fortune with this place.
Dr. Alan Grant: [holding a newly-hatched Dinosaur in his hands] What species is this?
Henry Wu: Uh, it's a velociraptor.
Dr. Alan Grant: [very worried] You bred raptors?
Tim: [after the tour car falls upside down on them at the bottom of the tree] Well... we're back... in the car again.
Dr. Alan Grant: Well, at least you're out of the tree.
Donald Gennaro: I had to promise to conduct a very thorough on-site inspection.
Juanito Rostagno: Hammond hates inspections. They slow everything down.
Donald Gennaro: Juanito, they'll pull the funding. That'll slow him down even more.
Dr. Alan Grant: [Dr. Grant gets back in the car after checking with the other car for a working radio] Their radio is out too. Gennarro said to stay put.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: The kids OK?
Dr. Alan Grant: I didn't ask. Why wouldn't they be?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Kids get scared.
Dr. Alan Grant: What's to be scared about? It's just a little hiccup in the power...
Dr. Ian Malcolm: I didn't say I was scared.
Dr. Alan Grant: I didn't say you were scared.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: I know.
Dennis Nedry: [scrambling on the ground] My glasses...
Dennis Nedry: I can afford more glasses!
Tim: Look at all the blood!
Dr. Alan Grant: [calling Hammond on the phone] Mr. Hammond, the phones are working.
John Hammond: Are the children all right?
Dr. Alan Grant: The children are fine. Call the mainland. Tell them to send the damn helicopters.
[we hear the raptors smashing the windows]
Dr. Ellie Sattler: It's gonna come through the glass!
[Grant starts shooting at it. Hammond listens to the noises]
John Hammond: [screaming] GRANT!
Tim: That means they only eat vegetables, but for you, I think they'd make an exception.
Donald Gennaro: [pointing at the scientists in the lab] Are these characters... auto-erotica?
John Hammond: No, no, no. We have no animatronics here. These are the real miracle workers of Jurassic Park.
John Hammond: You'll have to get used to Dr. Malcolm, he suffers from a deplorable excess of personality, especially for a mathematician.
Lex: What are you and Ellie gonna do now if you don't have to pick up dinosaur bones anymore?
Dr. Alan Grant: I don't know. I guess... I guess we'll just have to evolve too.
Ray Arnold: [taking over Dennis Nedry's terminal which is covered in junk food wrappers] Look at this work station!
[pushes the trash on the floor]
Ray Arnold: What a complete slob!
Muldoon: The raptor fences aren't out, are they?
Ray Arnold: No, no. They're still on.
John Hammond: Why the hell would he turn the other ones off?
Lex: What if the dinosaurs come back while we're all asleep?
Dr. Alan Grant: Hmm. I'll stay awake.
Lex: All night?
Dr. Alan Grant: [reassuringly] All night.
Ray Arnold: [alarms start going off in the control room] Fences are failing all over the park.
John Hammond: Find Nedry! Check the vending machines!
Lex: [Grant and the kids are climbing the perimeter fence] Timmy, I bet I can climb over the top and get on the other side before you can even get to the top.
Tim: What would you give me?
Muldoon: [seeing that the raptors escaped] The shut down must've turned off all the fences. Damn it, even Nedry knew better than to mess with the raptor fences.
Ray Arnold: [trying to bring the system back on-line] Access main program. Access main security. Access main program grid.
[the computer denies him finally saying, "You didn't say the magic word!"]
Dennis Nedry: [on computer] Uh uh uh! You didn't say the magic word! Uh uh uh! Uh uh uh!
[repeating uh uh uh]
Ray Arnold: Please! God damn it! I hate this hacker crap!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Gee, the lack of humility before nature that's being displayed here, uh... staggers me.
Donald Gennaro: Well thank you, Dr. Malcolm, but I think things are a little bit different then you and I had feared...
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Yeah, I know. They're a lot worse.
Donald Gennaro: Now, wait a second now, we haven't even seen the park...
John Hammond: No, no, Donald, Donald, Donald... let him talk. There's no reason... I want to hear every viewpoint, I really do.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Don't you see the danger, John, inherent in what you're doing here? Genetic power is the most awesome force the planet's ever seen, but you wield it like a kid that's found his dad's gun.
Donald Gennaro: It's hardly appropriate to start hurling generalizations...
Dr. Ian Malcolm: If I may... Um, I'll tell you the problem with the scientific power that you're using here, it didn't require any discipline to attain it. You read what others had done and you took the next step. You didn't earn the knowledge for yourselves, so you don't take any responsibility for it. You stood on the shoulders of geniuses to accomplish something as fast as you could, and before you even knew what you had, you patented it, and packaged it, and slapped it on a plastic lunchbox, and now
[bangs on the table]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: you're selling it, you wanna sell it. Well...
John Hammond: I don't think you're giving us our due credit. Our scientists have done things which nobody's ever done before...
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Yeah, yeah, but your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could that they didn't stop to think if they should.
John Hammond: Condors. Condors are on the verge of extinction...
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [shaking his head] No...
John Hammond: If I was to create a flock of condors on this island, you wouldn't have anything to say.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: No, hold on. This isn't some species that was obliterated by deforestation, or the building of a dam. Dinosaurs had their shot, and nature selected them for extinction.
John Hammond: I simply don't understand this Luddite attitude, especially from a scientist. I mean, how can we stand in the light of discovery, and not act?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: What's so great about discovery? It's a violent, penetrative act that scars what it explores. What you call discovery, I call the rape of the natural world.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Well, the question is, how can you know anything about an extinct ecosystem? And therefore, how could you ever assume that you can control it? I mean, you have plants in this building that are poisonous, you picked them because they look good, but these are aggressive living things that have no idea what century they're in, and they'll defend themselves, violently if necessary.
John Hammond: Dr. Grant, if there's one person here who could appreciate what I'm trying to do...
Dr. Alan Grant: The world has just changed so radically, and we're all running to catch up. I don't want to jump to any conclusions, but look... Dinosaurs and man, two species separated by 65 million years of evolution have just been suddenly thrown back into the mix together. How can we possibly have the slightest idea what to expect?
John Hammond: [laughing] I don't believe it. I don't believe it! You're meant to come down here and defend me against these characters, and the only one I've got on my side is the blood-sucking lawyer!
Donald Gennaro: Thank you.
John Hammond: ...And there's no doubt; our attractions will drive kids our of their minds!
Dr. Alan Grant: And what are those?
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Small versions of adults, honey...
John Hammond: Dennis, our lives are in your hands and you have butterfingers?
Dennis Nedry: [laughs] I am totally unappreciated in my time. You can run this whole park from this room with minimal staff for up to 3 days. You think that kind of automation is easy? Or cheap? You know anybody who can network 8 connection machines and debug 2 million lines of code for what I bid for this job? Because if he can I'd like to see him try.
John Hammond: I'm sorry about your financial problems, Dennis, I really am, but they are your problems.
Dennis Nedry: Oh, you're right, John, you're absolutely right. You know, everything's my problem.
John Hammond: I will not get drawn into another financial debate with you, Dennis. I really will not!
Dennis Nedry: There'd be hardly any debate at all.
John Hammond: I don't blame people for their mistakes. But I do ask that they pay for them.
Dennis Nedry: Thanks dad.
Dennis Nedry: [has tried to get rid of the Dilophosaurus by throwing a stick for it to fetch, which it ignores] Ah, no wonder you're extinct. I'm gonna run you over when I come back down!
Donald Gennaro: And we can charge anything we want, 2,000 a day, 10,000 a day, and people will pay it. And then there's the merchandise...
John Hammond: Donald, Donald... This park was not built to cater only for the super-rich. Everyone in the world has the right to enjoy these animals.
Donald Gennaro: Sure, they will. Well, we'll have a, a coupon day or something.
Dr. Alan Grant: [seeing the dinosaurs for the first time] How fast are they?
John Hammond: Well, we clocked the T-Rex at 32 miles an hour.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: T-T-Rex?
John Hammond: [nodding] Mm-hm.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: You said you've got a T-Rex?
John Hammond: [nodding] Uh-huh.
Dr. Alan Grant: [grabbing Hammond's shoulder] Say again?
John Hammond: [smiling] We have a T-Rex.
[Grant almost faints]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Dr. Sattler, Dr. Grant, you've heard of Chaos Theory?
Dr. Ellie Sattler: No.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: No? Non-linear equations? Strange attractions? Dr. Sattler, I refuse to believe that you aren't familiar with the concept of attraction.
John Hammond: [to Gennaro, referring to Malcolm] I bring the scientists, you bring a rock star.
Donald Gennaro: Let's get something straight, John, this is not a weekend excursion, this is a serious investigation of the stability of the island. Your investors, whom I represent, are deeply concerned. And 48 hours from now, if they're not convinced, I'm not convinced. I'll shut you down, John.
John Hammond: [smiles] In 48 hours, I'll be accepting your apologies.
Dr. Alan Grant: [with Lex in front of the T-Rex] Don't move! He can't see us if we don't move.
Ray Arnold: [reading from the computer screen, explaining how Nedry has sabotaged the system] Now, look at this next entry, here's the kicker - White Rabbit Object. Whatever it is, it did it all. But with the key-checks off, the computer didn't file the keystrokes, so the only way to find them now is to go through the computer's lines of code one by one.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: How many lines of code are there?
Ray Arnold: About two million.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Two million?
Ray Arnold: Yeah.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: [whispered] Fuck.
[They're feeding leafy branches to a docile Brachiosaurus]
Lex: Can I touch it?
Dr. Alan Grant: Sure. Just think of it as... kind of a big cow.
John Hammond: [Ellie is going out to the maintenance shed to switch the circuit breakers, the dinosaurs are on the loose] It ought to be me really going.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Why?
John Hammond: Well, I'm a... And you're, um, a...
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Look... We can discuss sexism in survival situations when I get back.
Dr. Alan Grant: [after Tim has survived being electrocuted] Big Tim, the human piece of toast.
Donald Gennaro: [seeing the dinosaurs for the first time] We're gonna make a fortune with this place.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Come on, we gotta get out of here! Now! Now! Right now! Let's go. The kids?
[the T. Rex emerges from the trees and roars and begins chasing the Jeep]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Must go faster!
[T. Rex catching up to the Jeep]
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Shit! Shit!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Here it comes! Stand on it! Fifth gear! Fifth gear!
Muldoon: [after the T. Rex gets close, Malcolm jolts back into the gear shift] Get off the stick. Bloody move!
Dr. Ellie Sattler: [Seeing a huge tree branch across the road] Look out!
Dr. Alan Grant: T-Rex doesn't want to be fed. He wants to hunt. Can't just suppress 65 million years of gut instinct.