Quotes
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Oh, yeah. Oooh, ahhh, that's how it always starts. Then later there's running and um, screaming.
Roland Tembo: 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 troubles are over. My point is, predators don't hunt when they're not hungry.
Nick Van Owen: No, only humans do.
Roland Tembo: Oh, you're breaking our hearts! Saddle up, let's get this moveable feast under way!
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: Mommy's very angry.
[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.
[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: firstly, I'm in charge, and when I'm not around, Dieter is. All you need 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 exchange for my services is the right to hunt one of the tyrannosaurs. A male, a buck only. How and why are my business. Now if you don't like either of those two 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?
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.
[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!
[last lines]
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.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Did you find him?
Roland Tembo: Just the parts they didn't like.
[to Ludlow as the T-Rex terrorizes San Diego]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Now you're John Hammond.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: It's fine if you wanna put your name on something but STOP putting it on other people's headstones.
Ajay Sidhu: [shouts] Don't go into the long grass!
[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.
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.
[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.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [to Hammond] So you went from capitalist to naturalist in just 4 years. That's something.
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?
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: [over radio] This is as good a place as any for base camp. That's first priority after we're finished. I want it up and running in thirty minutes. That's half an hour, understood? Over.
Roland Tembo: Cancel that order.
Peter Ludlow: What? Why?
Roland Tembo: This is a game trail, Mr. Ludlow. Carnivores hunt on game trails. Do you want to set up base camp or a buffet?
Peter Ludlow: [over radio] Let's find a new spot, shall we? Over and out.
Roland Tembo: Peter, if you want me to run your little camping trip, there are two conditions: firstly, I'm in charge, and when I'm not around, Dieter is. All you need 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 exchange for my services is the right to hunt one of the tyrannosaurs. A male, a buck only. How and why are my business. Now if you don't like either of those two 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, okay?
Peter Ludlow: [gives thumbs up] Okay!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: When you try to sound like Hammond, it just comes off like a hustle. I mean, it's not your fault. They say talent skips a generation. So, uh, hey, I'm sure your kids are gonna 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, uh, I'm gonna be there when you learn that.
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.
[grins]
Nick Van Owen: [referring to Roland's gun] You gonna use that?
Roland Tembo: If he doesn't surrender, yes.
Nick Van Owen: Let me see it for a second.
Roland Tembo: [pulls his gun away] Nope.
Nick Van Owen: [chuckles] The animal exists on the uh, 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 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.
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!
[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: 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.
Sarah Harding: [to Ian] I've worked around predators since I was 20 years old. Lions, jackals, hyenas... you.
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.
Kelly Malcolm: She doesn't even have Sega. She's such a troglodyte.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Cruel, but good word use.
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."
[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!*
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.
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.
Nick Van Owen: [referring to Ian and Kelly] Do you see any family resemblance?
Roland Tembo: [to Dieter, just after the base camp attack] That's the last time I leave you in charge.
[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!
[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.
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.
[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.
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.
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 you're going is the only place in the world where the geese chase *you*!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [to Kelly] Hey, you want some good parental advice? Don't listen to me.
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!
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? And who are these four lunatics that you're-you're trying to con into this?
[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.
Peter Ludlow: You know, I remember the people who've helped me, Roland. There's a job for you at the park in San Diego if you want it.
Roland Tembo: No thank you... I believe I've spent enough time in the company of death.
[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?
[they hug]
Roland Tembo: That cheap aftershave I send you every Christmas, you actually wear it? I'm touched. Sit down, sit down. What on earth brings you to Mombassa?
[they sit]
Ajay Sidhu: You. Well - I got a call from a gentleman who's going to Costa Rica or thereabouts. Now if he is to be believed, it's a most unique expedition and very well-funded.
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: Just a little bit too much, I think.
Ajay Sidhu: What do you mean?
Roland Tembo: A true hunter doesn't mind if the animal wins. Bu there were not enough escapes from you and me, Ajay. We were a firing squad, don't you think?
Ajay Sidhu: I have good reason to believe that you would find this 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?
[Eddie is setting up the High Hide when Sarah and Nick's jeep drives by. The baby T-Rex's howling cries are heard from the passing jeep, echoing into the night]
Eddie Carr: What the hell was *that*?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Hang on, this is gonna be bad.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: You sent my girlfriend to this island alone?
John Hammond: Sent is hardly the word. She couldn't be restrained.
[to his daughter, Kelly]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: The queen, the goddess, my inspiration.
Eddie Carr: Violence and technology... not good bedfellows!
Nick Van Owen: You looking for a problem?
Dieter: And I found you, didn't I?
[Chasing dinosaurs on the game trail]
Roland Tembo: Cycle, break off a stray from the herd and flush it to the right. Snaggers, stay ready; he's bringing him out to you. It'll be a...
[flips through his dinosaur guide]
Roland Tembo: A Pachy... a pachy... oh, hell. The fathead with the bald spot, Friar Tuck!
[Peter Ludlow's last words before being caught by the father T-Rex and being killed by the baby T-Rex]
Peter Ludlow: Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait! Wait! Wait!
John Hammond: We've been on the verge of chapter 11 ever since that accident in the park. And there are those in the company who wanted to exploit Site B in order to bail us out. Well, they've been planning it for years, and I've been able to stop them up until now. But a few weeks ago, a British family on a yacht cruise stumbled across the island, and their wee girl was injured. Oh, she's fine, she's fine. But, uh, the board has used the incident to take control of InGen from me. And now it's only a matter of time before this... lost world is found and pillaged. Public opinion is the one thing that I can use to preserve it. But in order to rally that kind of support, I need a complete photo record of those animals, alive and in their natural habitat.
Peter Ludlow: Where's the crew?
InGen Worker: All over the place.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: The school cut you from the team?
Kelly Malcolm: Boy she's mad at you.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: I feel sorry for that guy Enrique.
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: Careful. This suit cost more than your education.
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...
Dieter: Wait, what's that, veloc-o-?
Dr. Robert Burke: Velociraptor. Carnivore, pack hunter. About two meters tall, long snout, binocular vision, strong, dextrous forearms, and killing claws on both feet.
Sarah Harding: And the rex may continue to track us, too, if they perceive a threat to themselves or to their infant.
Dr. Robert Burke: No, no, you're wrong there, Dr. Harding. We'll lose them once we leave their territory.
Sarah Harding: No, don't bet on it. Tyrannosaurs got the largest proportional olfactory cavity of any creature in the fossil record with the exception of one.
Dr. Robert Burke: Right, right, the uh, turkey vulture. Could scent up to ten miles.
Peter Ludlow: Right, this is all very thrilling, but I say we should push on to the village, hmm?
Curious Man: You're him right?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Excuse me?
Curious Man: The scientist the guy. I saw you on tv. I believed you.
Curious Man: ROAR!
Sarah Harding: [Nick rescues an injured dinosaur] Are you out of your mind?
Nick Van Owen: She's got a broken leg. Let's get in the car before they hear us.
Sarah Harding: Are you out of your mind?
Nick Van Owen: Shh.
Sarah Harding: Do you have any idea what that is?
Nick Van Owen: Come on, open the door.
Sarah Harding: You're nuts. Oh, man. Ian's not gonna like this.
Sarah Harding: If you wanted to rescue me from something, why didn't you bail me out of that fundraiser at the museum three weeks ago like you said you would?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Uh... this is a slightly different situation.
Sarah Harding: Or... or why not rescue me from that dinner with your parents that you never showed up for? Why not rescue me when I really need it? Actually be there when you say you will?
Sarah Harding: I'm trying to change 100 years of entrenched dogma. Dinosaurs were characterized very early on as vicious lizards. There's a great deal of resistance to the idea of them as nurturing parents. Robert Burke said that the T. Rex was a rogue who would abandon its young at the earliest opportunity. I know I can prove otherwise.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Okay, we're high. And, uh, this is the safest place you can be, I think. Remember what Sarah said before, these plants make it so the animals won't even know you're here.
Kelly Malcolm: You're just trying to make me feel better. I remember all those stories you told me.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Oh, no, no. This is nothing like that. We're in a completely different situation right now.
[hearing a Tyrannosaurus roar]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Eddie, is there any way we can communicate with the trailers?
[Eddie hands him a landline receiver]
Nick Van Owen: [in the trailer, helping Sarah treat an injured T-Rex baby] He's moving again. Give more morphine.
Sarah Harding: We have no idea what his metabolism is. We'll kill him with too much. We'll put him into respiratory arrest.
[the landline rings and Nick moves to answer it]
Sarah Harding: Nick, I need your hands here. Right here. Put some pressure there.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: No answer. What a surprise.
Kelly Malcolm: I'm your daughter all the time, you know. You can't just abandon me whenever opportunity knocks.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Gee, that hurts my feelings. Did your mom tell you to say that?
Kelly Malcolm: You practically told me to come here.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: I... I what?
Kelly Malcolm: You said to me, "Don't listen to me." I thought you were, like, trying to tell me something or...
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Kelly, Kelly. You knew exactly what I was talking about. You have no idea...
Sarah Harding: What, you want to lock her up for curiosity? Where do you think she gets it?
Kelly Malcolm: Thank you, Sarah.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Hey, don't start the teaming-up thing about this. Out of the conversation. Please. Really.
Eddie Carr: [in awe after seeing a herd of dinosaurs] Wow.
Nick Van Owen: These images are incredible, legendary.
Eddie Carr: Wow.
Nick Van Owen: Guys shoot their whole life, they never get stuff half this good.
Eddie Carr: Wow.
Nick Van Owen: I mean, you can give me the Pulitzer right now, today, please.
Eddie Carr: Wow.
Nick Van Owen: Competition's over, close the entries. I'd like to thank everybody who lost.
Sarah Harding: [in San Diego, a T-Rex breaks free of its containment] Why the hell wasn't it tranquilized?
InGen Worker: It was. Roland hit it with two darts of concentrated carfentanil. Over ten milligrams.
Sarah Harding: Ten milligrams should've put it into a coma.
InGen Worker: It stopped breathing, so we gave it naltrexone to counteract the effects, but we didn't know how much to give it.
Sarah Harding: You administered an antagonist without knowing the proper dosage? You put the animal in a narcoleptic state. The thing's a locomotive now.
Peter Ludlow: Well, Dr. Malcolm. Dr. Malcolm. Here to share a few campfire stories with my uncle?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: You can convince the Washington Post and the Skeptical Inquirer of whatever you want, but I was there. I know what happened, and so do you.
Peter Ludlow: Do you actually believe that everyone who chose discretion did so for nefarious motives? Even Lex and Tim?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Leave them out of it. It's not a game.
Peter Ludlow: No, it isn't. You signed a nondisclosure agreement before you went to the island that expressly forbade you from discussing anything you saw. You violated that agreement.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Yeah, I did, and you lied. You twisted the facts surrounding the deaths of three people. And you stuffed misinformation down the public's throat, which made me look like a nut, hasn't been so good for my livelihood, and when you spin...
Peter Ludlow: We made a generous compensatory offer for your injuries.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: That was a payoff and an insult. And when you spin reality, when you cover up evidence, uh, it hurts. It ruins more than just my reputation. It hurts...
Peter Ludlow: As I recall... as I recall, your university revoked your tenure for your selling wild stories to...
Dr. Ian Malcolm: I didn't sell anything, I never took a cent, and I told the truth.
Peter Ludlow: Your version of it.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: There aren't any versions of the truth. And I'll tell you something. InGen can't keep spewing out...
Peter Ludlow: InGen is my responsibility now, Doctor, and I will jealously defend its interests.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Your responsibility? What about Mr. Hammond?
Peter Ludlow: It is our board of directors which I must look in the eye, not my uncle. Really, you must trust me. These problems of yours are about to be rendered moot. In a few weeks' time, they'll be long forgotten.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Not my be.
John Hammond: [Malcolm learns his girlfriend is on an island of dinosaurs by herself] Oh, come on. She'll be fine. She spent years studying African predators, you know, sleeping downwind and all. She knows what she's doing. And believe me, the research team will...
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [holding up a hand to silence him] It's not a research expedition anymore. It's a rescue operation, and it's leaving right now.
Eddie Carr: [watching Sarah interact with a stegosaurus] Wow. Is this even possible?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: What? This? What'd you think you were going to document? What'd you think you were gonna see?
Nick Van Owen: Animals. Maybe, uh... big iguanas.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [sighing] Fruitcakes.
Sarah Harding: What bothers you is that I'm not afraid of this place and you are.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Of course I am. That's the whole thing.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [trying to use the satellite phone] Why in the hell, uh, doesn't this thing ever work?
Eddie Carr: You know, it's not a landline. You're not in a phone booth. You gotta wait for a decent signal.
Sarah Harding: Ian, don't be mad. I was gonna call you in a day or two to let you know where I was. I always do, don't I? Come on. I'm the best kind of girlfriend there is: one who travels a lot. You like that, right? You love your independence.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Well, I've gotten used to being apart, but that doesn't mean that that's how I want to, uh, live.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Say, I haven't had a chance to wish you luck on your new business venture. You're off to a promising start.
Peter Ludlow: My team is intact, Doctor. I'm sorry for the loss of your man.
Roland Tembo: Our communication equipment's been destroyed. And if your radio and satellite phone were in those trailers that went over the cliff...
Dr. Ian Malcolm: They were.
Roland Tembo: ...then we're stuck here, ladies and gentlemen, and stuck together, thanks to you people.
Nick Van Owen: Hey, we came here to watch. You came to strip-mine the place. Back off.
John Hammond: You were right and I was wrong there. Did you ever expect to hear me say such a thing? Thank God for Site B.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Site B?
John Hammond: Isla Nublar was just a showroom, something for the tourists. Site B was the factory floor. That was Isla Sorna, 80 miles from Nublar. We bred the animals there and nurtured them for a few months and then moved them into the park.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Oh, really? I-I did not know that.
John Hammond: Now, after the accident in the park, Hurricane Clarissa wiped out our facility on Site B. Call it an act of God. But we had to evacuate, of course, and the animals were released to mature on their own. "Life will find a way," as you once so eloquently put it. And by now we have a complete ecological system on the island, with dozens of species living in their own social groups, without fences, without boundaries, without constraining technology. And for four years... I've tried to keep it safe from human interference.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Well... that's right, that's right. I mean, hopefully, you've kept this island quarantined, uh, and contained. But I'm in shock about all this. I-I mean, that they're still alive. Uh, you bred them lysine-deficient. Shouldn't they have, uh, kicked after seven days without supplemental enzymes?
John Hammond: Yes! But, by God, they're flourishing! That's one of a thousand questions I want the team to answer.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Team?
John Hammond: Yes. I've... I've organized an expedition to go in and...
[using Malcolm as a crutch to stand up]
John Hammond: Thank you. And document them, to make the most spectacular living fossil record the world's ever seen.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Wait a minute. Go in and document? What do you mean, like with people?
John Hammond: Yes. The animals won't even know they're there. Very low impact. Strictly observation and documentation.
Sarah Harding: [using the baby T-Rex to lure its parent to the waterfront] This guy's almost fully awake. Do you know where you're going?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Yeah. The waterfront's right on the other side of these warehouses.
Sarah Harding: Is there any way through?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Oh, God, there could be.
Roland Tembo: I'm sorry, Ajay. You were saying?
Ajay Sidhu: You broke that man's jaw for no other reason than your own boredom. Tell the truth, Roland, are you not even interested in this expedition's quarry?
Roland Tembo: Ajay, go up to my ranch, take a look around the trophy room, and tell me what kind of quarry you think could possibly be of any interest to me.
InGen Worker: You okay, Mr. Ludlow?
Peter Ludlow: I don't know, how do I look?
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.
Kelly Malcolm: [to Ian] You like to have kids but you don't want to be with them, do you?
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!
[first lines]
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.
Geoffrey: Certainly.
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.
[to Cathy]
Mrs. Deirdre Bowman: Sweetie, where are you going?
Cathy Bowman: Eating my sandwich.
Nick Van Owen: [about the stegosauruses] They're just protecting their baby.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [about Sarah] So am I.
Curious Man: [In the train] You're him, right?
Ian Malcolm: [while reading a magazine, curiously] Excuse me?
Curious Man: The scientist? The guy? I saw you on TV. I believed you.
[Impersonating dinosaur roar]
Curious Man: .
