Claudia Brown: That is it, Cutter! No more favours! From now on we do this my way. I take the decisions.
[the semi-tranquilized pteradon twitches and knocks her out]
Professor Nick Cutter: Ooops
Claudia Brown: Four hours? I told you to seal the perimeter, not drystone-wall it!
Connor Temple: [answering the telephone] Abby Maitland's love shack; number one stud speaking. Oh, n-n-nah it's... it's Connor, professor!
Connor Temple: Re-e-ex! Where are you, dude?
Abby Maitland: Did you think he was going to send up a distress flare or something?
Connor Temple: He knows the sound of my voice; I'm thinkin' he might come running.
Abby Maitland: He's a lizard, not a golden retriever!
Professor Nick Cutter: Let's have a look.
[shines pen torch into her eyes]
Claudia Brown: What're you doing?
Professor Nick Cutter: I've absolutely no idea... but I've seen them do it on ER so there must be something in it.... How are you feeling? Any nausea?
Claudia Brown: No.
Professor Nick Cutter: Any headache?
Claudia Brown: No.
Professor Nick Cutter: Does anything feel odd at all?
Claudia Brown: Just the one thing.
Professor Nick Cutter: What?
Claudia Brown: I can't see anything.
Connor Temple: Rex! I swear, when I catch you, you're gonna be the first animal to become extinct twice!
Professor Nick Cutter: So you're absolutely confident that this creature doesn't eat mammals?
Stephen Hart: Dung never lies. And if I'm wrong about that, at least you'll always have a special place in the history books.
Professor Nick Cutter: I always wanted to be famous.
Professor Nick Cutter: Have I ever let you down before?
Professor Nick Cutter: Don't answer that. Just trust me, please.
Abby Maitland: What is it?
Professor Nick Cutter: A Pterodactyl Pterosaur. It's probably a Pteranodon.
Abby Maitland: Is it what killed the golfer?
Stephen Hart: I'd say it's definitely in the frame.
Professor Nick Cutter: A Pteranodon was supposed to eat mainly small reptiles and fish.
Stephen Hart: Probably just snacking until humans came along.
Professor Nick Cutter: We're gonna have to find a way of bringing it back into range. Do you see the red crest on the top of her head? Red. That's it.
[Turns to Claudia]
Professor Nick Cutter: I need your shirt.
Claudia Brown: What?
Professor Nick Cutter: Your shirt!
Claudia Brown: Come on, it's magenta.
Medic: Easy. Let's see how you're doing first. What's your name and how old are you?
Claudia Brown: Claudia Brown, and I have no intention of telling you.
Stephen Hart: You have no idea how revealing dung can be. You can learn a lot from it. It's exciting stuff.
Captain Tom Ryan: That's just not right.
Professor Nick Cutter: The temporary blindness is a symptom of mild concussion. You're gonna be fine.
Claudia Brown: Right.
Professor Nick Cutter: Trust me, I'm a Doctor. Well, I'm a professor, and that's nearly the same thing.
Helen Cutter: Do you see anything at all?
Claudia Brown: I can manage.
Helen Cutter: Right. I'll leave you on your own then.
Claudia Brown: Helen!
Helen Cutter: [Comes back] Only kidding.
Professor Nick Cutter: [Stephen aims to tranquillize the Pteranodon in flight] Right. In your own time.
Stephen Hart: [shoots but misses] The wind took it.
Professor Nick Cutter: Yup. Try again.
[Stephen hesitates for several moments]
Professor Nick Cutter: Quick as you like there, Stephen.
Stephen Hart: [Stephen misses again] Damn thing keeps moving.
Professor Nick Cutter: [slighly irritated] Yep. That's what they do.
Stephen Hart: This time. Come on, fellow.
Professor Nick Cutter: [Stephen doesn't shoot as the Pteranodon flies towards them] Stephen, shoot it! Stephen, for God's sake, will you shoot it?