Nick Van Owen: You seem like you have a shred of common sense, what the hell are you doing here?
Roland Tembo: Somewhere on this island is the greatest predator there ever lived. The second greatest predator must take him down.
Nick Van Owen: [referring to Roland's gun] You gonna use that?
Roland Tembo: If he doesn't surrender, yes.
Nick Van Owen: [chuckles] The animal exists on the planet for the first time in tens of millions of years and the only way you can express yourself is to kill it.
Roland Tembo: Remember that chap about twenty years ago? I forget his name. Climbed Everest without any oxygen, came down nearly dead. When they asked him, they said why did you go up there to die? He said I didn't, I went up there to live.
[about the poison on the darts in their guns]
Eddie Carr: The most powerful neurotoxin in the world. It works faster than the nerve conduction velocity, which means the animal's down before it actually feels the - P! - prick of the dart.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Is there an antidote?
Eddie Carr: What, like if you shot yourself in the foot? Don't do that, you would be dead before you even knew you had an accident.
Eddie Carr: Violence and technology... not good bedfellows!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: When you try to sound like Hammond, it comes off as a hustle. I mean, it's not your fault. They say talent skips a generation. So, I'm sure your kids will be sharp as tacks.
Peter Ludlow: Hammond's reach exceeded his grasp. Mine does not.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Taking dinosaurs off this island is the worst idea in the long, sad history of bad ideas. And I'm gonna be there when you learn that.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: What's your background? Wildlife photography?
Nick Van Owen: Yeah. Wildlife, combat... you name it. When I was with Nightline, I was in Rwanda, Chechnya, all over Bosnia. Do some volunteer work for Greenpeace once in a while.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Greenpeace? What drew you there?
Nick Van Owen: Women. 80 percent female, Greenpeace.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: That's noble.
Nick Van Owen: Yeah well, noble was last year. This year I'm getting paid. Hammond's check cleared, or I wouldn't be going on this wild goose chase...
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Uh, where your going is the only place in the world where the geese chase *you*!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: It's fine if you wanna put your name on something but STOP putting it on other people's headstones.
[searching the island for Sarah]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Sarah! Sarah!
Nick Van Owen: Sarah Harding!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: How many Sarahs you think are on this island? Sarah!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Oh, yeah. Oooh, ahhh, that's how it always starts. Then later there's running and screaming.
[after re-capturing the baby T-Rex in San Diego]
Sarah Harding: How do we find the adult?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Just follow the screams.
Roland Tembo: The Rex just fed, so he won't be hunting for a while.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Just fed? I assume you're talking about Eddie? You might show a little more respect, the man saved our lives by giving his.
Roland Tembo: Then his problems are over. My point is, predators don't hunt when they're not hungry.
Nick Van Owen: Yeah, only humans do.
Roland Tembo: Oh, you're breaking my heart. Come on! Saddle up, let's get this moveable feast under way!
Sarah Harding: I love you. I just don't... need you right now.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: I'll tell you what you NEED, a good anti-psychotic!
Sarah Harding: I'll be back in five or six days.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: No, you'll be back in five or six PIECES!
John Hammond: Don't worry, I'm not making the same mistakes again.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: No, you're making all new ones.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Hang on, this is gonna be bad.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Mommy's very angry.
Sarah Harding: You know, I have made a career out of waiting for you.
Kelly Malcolm: You know, Sarah does have a pretty good p...
Dr. Ian Malcolm: It's so important to your future that you not finish that sentence.
[Eddie finds Ian, Sarah, and Nick trapped in a trailer hanging over a cliff]
Eddie Carr: What do you need?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Rope!
Eddie Carr: OK, rope! Anything else?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Yeah, three double cheeseburgers with everything!
Nick Van Owen: No onions on mine!
Sarah Harding: And an apple turnover!
Roland Tembo: Peter, if you want me to run your little camping trip, there are two conditions: first, I'm in charge, and when I'm not around, Dieter is. All you have to do is sign the checks, tell us we're doing a good job, and open your case of scotch when we have a good day. Second condition: my fee? You can keep it. All I want in return for my services is the right to hunt one of the tyrannosaurs. A male, a buck only. How and when is my business. Now if you don't like either of those conditions, you're on your own. So go ahead, set up base camp right here, or in a swamp, or in the middle of a Rex nest for all I care. But I've been on too many safaris with rich dentists to listen to any more suicidal ideas, OK?
Kelly Malcolm: [to Ian] You like to have kids but you don't want to be with them, do you?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [to Hammond] So you went from capitalist to naturalist in just 4 years. That's something.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: You sent my girlfriend to this island alone?
John Hammond: Sent is hardly the word. She couldn't be restrained.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [to Kelly] Hey, you want some good parental advice? Don't listen to me.
Nick Van Owen: [referring to Ian and Kelly] Do you see any family resemblance?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: I'll be right back. I give you my word.
Kelly Malcolm: [pounds her fists on the railing] But you *never* keep your word!
Sarah Harding: [referring to the T-Rexes] This isn't hunting, Ian, it's searching. They're looking for their infant.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Let's not disappoint them.
Sarah Harding: What's everybody looking at?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [spots the T-Rex transfer ship speeding towards the harbor]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: We should've stayed in the damn car.
[to Ludlow as the T-Rex terrorizes San Diego]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Now you're John Hammond.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: The school cut you from the team?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: OK, so there is another island of dinosaurs, no fences this time and you wanna send people in, very few people, on the ground? Right?
Roland Tembo: [to Dieter, just after the base camp attack] That's the last time I leave you in charge.
Ajay Sidhu: Don't go into the long grass!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Why don't people listen to me? I use plain and simple English, I don't have any accent that I'm aware of...
Sarah Harding: Oh, shut up.
Kelly Malcolm: She doesn't even have Sega. She's such a troglodyte.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Cruel, but good word use.
[why Sarah didn't tell Ian about going to the island]
Sarah Harding: Because I knew you would have stopped me from coming.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: I would have tied you to the bed.
Sarah Harding: I figured out how the dinosaurs survived without lysine.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: I don't care!
[about the high hide]
Eddie Carr: It keeps you out of harm's way, away from the animals.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Actually, it would put them at very convenient biting height.
[to his daughter, Kelly]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: The queen, the goddess, my inspiration.
[while luring the T-rex to follow them to the docks]
Sarah Harding: Ian, slow down.
[Ian looks behind him and sees the T-rex coming]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Uh... I don't think so.
Sarah Harding: [to Ian] I've worked around predators since I was 20 years old. Lions, jackals, hyenas... you.
[When Sara's camera runs out of film and the baby dinosaur roars]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Oh, they get very angry when you run out of film.
Sarah Harding: [about the baby T-Rex] He's too drugged.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: He's never gonna know we have it if the thing doesn't make some kind of sound.
Sarah Harding: Come on. Wake up. Come on. Come on. Wake up.
[baby T-rex growls. Adult T-Rex sniffs the air then roars in their direction]
Sarah Harding: He knows.
[after taking the baby T-Rex and putting it in the car]
InGen Guard: Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: I'm taking the kid. If you really want to stop us, shoot us.
[after the adult T-Rex has escaped into San Diego and found a pool to drink out of]
Benjamin: [to asleep parents] There's a dinosaur in our backyard.
Roland Tembo: This is a game trail, Mr. Ludlow. Carnivors hunt on game trails. Do you want to set up base camp or a buffet?
Peter Ludlow: Roland, there's a job for you in San Diego if you want it.
Roland Tembo: No thank you. I believe I've spent enough time in the company of death.
Peter Ludlow: Careful. This suit cost more than your education.
Mrs. Deirdre Bowman: I love you. Thank you so much. Fabulous!
[a glass of white wine is poured]
Mrs. Deirdre Bowman: Thank you, Geoffrey.
Geoffrey: You're welcome.
Mrs. Deirdre Bowman: We'll also take a bottle of red, as well. Thank you.
Mrs. Deirdre Bowman: Right. Now... Oh!
Mr. Paul Bowman: [handed a glass of wine] Thank you, Bernard.
Bernard: You're welcome.
Cathy Bowman: [takes sandwich from serving tray] Thank you.
Mrs. Deirdre Bowman: Wonderful. Beautiful day.
Mrs. Deirdre Bowman: Sweetie, where are you going?
Cathy Bowman: Eating my sandwich.
John Hammond: It is absolutely imperative that we work with the Costa Rican Department of Biological Preserves to establish a set of rules for the preservation and isolation of that island. These creatures require our absence to survive, not our help. And if we could only step aside and trust in nature, life will find a way.
[about the Compsognathus]
Dieter: It gives me the creeps, like it's not scared.
Dr. Robert Burke: There haven't been any visitors on this island. There's no reason for it to fear man.
[Dieter touches a cattle prod to the dinosaur's head, causing it to flee]
Dieter: Now it does.
Kelly Malcolm: Dad, are you mad?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: No, I'm not mad - I'm furious!
[Looks around the messy trailer]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: What is this? This looks like your room.
Dr. Robert Burke: [while a T-Rex is right outside the mouth of the cave they're hiding in, Burke notices a snake crawling into his shirt] Oh, my God! AH! A snake! Help me!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Eddie, is there any reason to think that the radio in the trailer might work?
Eddie Carr: If you feel at all qualified, try turning the switch to "on."
Nick Van Owen: [to Sarah as she's trying to fix the baby T-Rex's leg] Whenever you're ready, he's fighting here, Dr. Quinn.
Peter Ludlow: [discussing the building of a Jurrasic Park in San Diego] the city of San Diego is already famous for its animal attractions... The San Diego zoo... Sea World... The San Diego Chargers.
[Roland is sitting in a bar in Kenya. Ajay walks in behind him, and Roland turns around]
Roland Tembo: Ajay!
Ajay Sidhu: [laughing] How did you know?
Roland Tembo: That cheap aftershave I send you every Christmas, you actually wear it. I'm touched. Sit down. What on earth brings you to Mombassa?
Ajay Sidhu: You, my friend. I got a call from a man who's going to Costa Rica, or thereabouts. And if I'm to be believed, its a most well-funded expedition.
Roland Tembo: Well, I'm a very well-funded old son of a bitch. You go.
Ajay Sidhu: What, alone? But we always had such great success together, you and I.
Roland Tembo: A little too great, don't you think?
Ajay Sidhu: What do you mean?
Roland Tembo: A true hunter doesn't mind if the animal wins. There weren't enough escapes from you and me, Ajay. We were like a firing squad, don't you think?
Ajay Sidhu: I have reason to believe you would find this expedition's quarry most challenging.
Roland Tembo: Then it's probably illegal. These days it's a worse crime to shoot a tiger than to shoot your own parents...
[sees some American tourists causing trouble with a waitress]
Roland Tembo: Tigers have advocates...
[downs his drink]
Roland Tembo: Excuse me, would you?
[Chasing dinosaurs on the game trail]
Roland Tembo: You're coming up on a...
[flips through his dinosaur guide]
Roland Tembo: A Pachy... a pachy... oh, hell. Uh, the fathead with the bald spot. Friar Tuck!
[On being invited on the Costa Rica expedition]
Roland Tembo: Ajay, go down to my ranch, take a look around the trophy room, and then tell me what kind of quarry is on this hunt that would interest me?
Sarah Harding: I need something pliable... Spit.
[Holds out her hand]
Nick Van Owen: [Spits saliva into her palm]
Sarah Harding: [Disgusted] Your *gum*!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: What are you talking about? Five years of work and a hundred miles of electrified fence couldn't prepare the other island. And you think that, what? A couple dozen Marlboro men were going to make a difference here?
Eddie Carr: Ow Ow Ow! Don't do that! You gotta baby it a little bit.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: I'll love it when it works.
Eddie Carr: It'll work when you love it. Let me do it...
[During the dinosaur chase, the dinosaur hunters close in on a Parasaurolophus]
Roland Tembo: [over radio] Dieter, get in the outrigger. You're closing in on a parasauro...
Dieter: [over radio] Say that again, Roland. A what?
Roland Tembo: [over radio] The one with the big red horn! The pompadour! *Elvis!*
Ian Malcolm: Hey, when the adult sees us once again with his baby, uh, isn't he gonna be like, "You"? You know, there may be some, uh, angry recognition.
Sarah Harding: Who knows? He may be just happy to see us.
Peter Ludlow: You know, it's very easy to criticize someone who generates an idea, someone who assumes all the risk. Someone who puts.
Sarah Harding: Don't light that! Dinosaurs pick up scents from miles away.We're here to observe and document, not interact.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Which is a scientific impossibility.Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. What you study, you change.
Sarah Harding: I'll risk it. I'm sick of scratching around in rock and bone... making assumptions about the nurturing habits of animals... that have been dead for 65 million years.Then you fill my head with stories. Of course I came down here.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Stories of mutilation and death. Were you paying attention?
Sarah Harding: Please! Don't treat me like a grad student.I've worked around predators since I was 20.Lions, jackals, hyenas, you.