Jurassic Park

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
The lack of humility before nature that's being displayed here, uh... staggers me.

Lex:
He left us! He left us!

Dr. Alan Grant:
But that's NOT what I'M gonna do.

Dr. Ellie Sattler:
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.

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
She's... ah... tenacious.

Dr. Alan Grant:
You have no idea.

Dr. Alan Grant:
You married?

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
Occasionally.

Dr. Alan Grant:
Oh my God. Do you know what this is? This is a dinosaur egg. The dinosaurs are breeding.

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.

Henry Wu:
You're implying that a group composed entirely of female animals will... breed?

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
No, I'm simply saying that life, uh... finds a way.

Dr. Alan Grant:
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

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
I'm always on the lookout for another ex-Mrs. Malcolm.

John Hammond:
We've made living biological attractions so astounding that they'll capture the imagination of the entire planet.

John Hammond:
I spared no expenses.

Dr. Alan Grant:
It looks like we're out of a job.

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
Don't you mean extinct?

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
Yeah, but your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn't stop to think if they should.

John Hammond:
All major theme parks have had delays. When they opened Disneyland in 1956, nothing worked, nothing.

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
But, John. But if the Pirates of the Caribbean breaks down, the pirates don't eat the tourists.

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
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 you're selling it, you want to sell it!

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
That is one big pile of sh*t.

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
You will remember to wash your hands before you eat anything?

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
Anybody hear that? It's an... It's an impact tremor, that's what it is... I'm fairly alarmed here.

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
Must go faster.

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:
You think they'll have that on the tour?

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
Boy, do I hate being right all the time!

Dr. Alan Grant:
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!

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
There's, another example. See, here I'm now by myself, uh, er, talking to myself. That's, that's chaos theory.

Dr. Ellie Sattler:
Should we chance moving him?

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
Please, chance it.

John Hammond:
There is no doubt that our attractions will drive children out of their minds.

Dr. Alan Grant:
What are those?

Dr. Ellie Sattler:
Small versions of adults, honey.

Dennis Nedry:
Ah ah ah, you didn't say the magic word.

Ray Arnold:
*Please*! Goddammit!

Dr. Alan Grant:
Hey! We were saving that!

John Hammond:
For today, I guarantee it.

Dr. Alan Grant:
Babies smell!

Dr. Alan Grant:
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, 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... 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... 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.

Muldoon:
They should all be destroyed.

Muldoon:
Shoot her! Shoot her!

Muldoon:
Clever girl.

Ray Arnold:
Hold on to your butts.

Juanito Rostagno:
Hold on to your butts.

Lex:
He's gonna eat the goat?

Tim:
Excellent!

Lew Dodgson:
What's the matter, kid? Ever have lamb chops?

Lex:
I happen to be a vegetarian.

Tim:
What do you call a blind dinosaur?

Dr. Alan Grant:
I don't know.

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.

Muldoon:
What about the lysine contingency? We could put that into effect!

Dr. Ellie Sattler:
What's that?

John Hammond:
It is absolutely out of the question.

Ray Arnold:
The lysine contingency - it's intended to prevent the spread of the animals is case they ever got off the island, but we could use it now. Dr. Wu inserted a gene that makes a single faulty enzyme in protein metabolism. 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?

Dr. Ellie Sattler:
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!

Muldoon:
What about the lysine contingency? We could put that into effect!

Dr. Ellie Sattler:
What's that?

John Hammond:
It is absolutely out of the question.

Ray Arnold:
The lysine contingency - it's intended to prevent the spread of the animals is case they ever got off the island, but we could use it now. Dr. Wu inserted a gene that makes a single faulty enzyme in protein metabolism. 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!

Dr. Alan Grant:
What did I touch?

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
You didn't touch anything. We stopped.

Donald Gennaro:
Hey, where'd you find that?

Tim:
In a box under my seat.

Donald Gennaro:
Are they heavy?

Tim:
Yeah.

Donald Gennaro:
Then they're expensive, put 'em back.

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
You did it. You crazy son of a b*tch you did it.

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
I love kids! Anything at all *can* and *does* happen... Same with wives, for that matter...

John Hammond:
Condors! Condors are on the verge of extinction. 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 is not some species that was obliterated by deforestation, or the building of a damn. Dinosaurs, uh, *had* their shot, and nature *selected* them for extinction!

Dr. Ellie Sattler:
Doctor Grant's not machine compatible.

John Hammond:
I don't blame people for their mistakes, but I do ask that they pay for them.

Dennis Nedry:
Thanks, Dad.

Tim:
I hate trees.

Lex:
They don't bother me.

Tim:
Ya, well, you weren't in the last one.

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
What is so great about discovery? It is a violent, penetrative act that scars what it explores. What you call discovery, I call the rape of the natural world.

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
What've they got in there, King Kong?

Dr. Alan Grant:
...Kids. You want to have one of those?

Dr. Ellie Sattler:
I don't want *that* kid.

John Hammond:
Nedry, our lives are in you hands, and you've got Butterfingers?

Dr. Alan Grant:
Uh... it's... it's a dinosaur!

Dennis Nedry:
Don't get cheap on me, Dodgson. That was Hammond's mistake.

Dr. Alan Grant:
They're moving in herds. They do move in herds.

Alan Grant:
[entering his trailer to find a man rummaging through his refrigerator] What the hell do you think you're doing in here? [The man turns holding a champagne bottle and popping the cork] Hey, we were saving that!

John Hammond:
[smiling] For today. I guarantee it.

Alan Grant:
[Angrily approaches Hammond pointing at him] Who is God's name do you think you are?

John Hammond:
John Hammond, [shakes Alan Grant's finger before blowing the dust off his hands] and I'm delighted to to meet you finally in person, Dr. Grant!

Alan Grant:
[awed] Mr Hammond…

John Hammond:
Well, I can see that my, uh fifty - thousand a year has been well spent.

Ellie Sattler:
[Entering the trailer angrily] OK, who's the jerk!

Alan Grant:
Uh, this is our paleobotanist, Dr…

Ellie Sattler:
Sattler.

Alan Grant:
Sattler…Ellie this is, uh, Mr Hammond.

John Hammond:
Aha! [Approaches happily shaking Ellie's hand] I'm sorry about the dramatic entrance Dr. Sattler, but we are in a wee bit of a hurry.

Ellie Sattler:
[Timidly] Did I say "jerk"?

John Hammond:
[Brandishes the Champagne bottle] Will you have a drink? We won't let it get warm. Come along, sit down.

Ellie Sattler:
Here, let me… [reaches for several glasses]

John Hammond:
I'll get a glass or two, no, no, no, no, I can manage this. I know my way around the kitchen. [Begins to pour champagne into the glasses] Now, I'll get right to the point. Um, I like ya, both of ya. I can tell instantly about people, it's a gift. I own an island of the coast of Costa Rica, I've leased it from the government and I've spent the last five years setting up a kind of biological preserve. Really spectacular, spared no expense. Make the one I've got down in Kenya look like a petting zoo. And there's no doubt our attraction will drive kids out of their minds.

Alan Grant:
[Sarcastically] And what are those?

Ellie Sattler:
[Teasingly] Small versions of adults, honey.

John Hammond:
And not just kids, everyone. We're going to open next year. That is, if the lawyers don't kill me first. I don't care for lawyers, do you?

Ellie Sattler & Alan Grant:
[Together] We don't really know any.

John Hammond; Well, I do, I'm afraid. There's a particular pebble in my shoe, represents my investors. Says that they insist on outside opinions.

Ellie Satller:
What kinds of opinions?

John Hammond:
Well, your kind, not to put a too fine a point on it. I mean, let's face it. In you particular field, you are the top minds. And if i could just persuade you to sign off one the park, you know, to give it you endorsement, maybe even pen a wee testimonial, I could get back on "shedual' uh, Schedule.

Ellie Satller:
Why would they care what we think?

Alan Grant:
What kind of park is this

John Hammond:
It's right up your alley. [passes of the glasses of champagne] I'll tell you what, why don't you come down, just the pair of ya, for the weekend? I'd love to have the opinion of a paleobotanist as well, I've got a jet standing by at Choteau.

Alan Grant:
Look, I'm sorry this is impossible.

Ellie Sattler:
Yeah, we…

Alan Grant:
We just dug up a new skeleton.

John Hammond:
I could compensate you by fully funding your dig.

Alan Grant:
This is a very unusual time…

John Hammond:
For a further three years.

[Sattler and Grant share a "Sure, why not?" look]

Ellie Sattler:
Well, uh, where's the plane?

Alan Grant:
[admiring the Brachiosaurus] How did you do this?

John Hammond:
I'll show you.

Donald Gennaro:
The full 50 miles of perimeter fence are in place?

John Hammond:
[in a annoyed tone] And the concrete moats, and the motion sensor tracking systems. Donald, dear boy, relax. Try to enjoy yourself.

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, who I represent, are deeply concerned. Forty-eight hours from now, if they're not convinced, I'm not convinced. I'll shut you down, John.

John Hammond:
[chuckles] In forty-eight hours, I'll be accepting your apologies.

[Discussing Velociraptors]

Alan Grant:
What kind of metabolism do they have? What's their growth rate?

Robert 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...

Alan Grant:
Fast for a biped?

Robert Muldoon:
Cheetah speed. Fifty, sixty miles an hour if they ever got into the open. And they're astonishing jumpers.

John Hammond:
Yes, yes, yes, that's why we're taking extreme precautions.

Alan Grant:
Do they show intelligence? Because their brain cavities—

Robert 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. It's why we have to feed them like this; she had them all attacking the fences when the feeders came.

Ellie Sattler:
The fences are electrified, right?

Robert Muldoon:
That's right, but they never attacked the same place twice. They were testing the fences for weaknesses, systematically. They remember.

John Hammond:
[eating several bowls of ice cream] They were all melting.

Ellie Sattler:
Malcolm's okay for now. I gave him a shot of morphine.

John Hammond:
They'll be fine. Who better to get the children through Jurassic Park than a dinosaur expert? You know the first attraction I built when I came down from Scotland…was a flea circus. Petticoat Lane. Really quite wonderful. We had, uh…a wee trapeze, a merry-go— carousel. Heh. And a see-saw. They all moved, motorized, of course, but people would say they could see the fleas. "No, I can see the fleas. Mummy, can't you see the fleas?" Clown fleas, highwire fleas and fleas on parade. But with this place…I wanted to give them something that wasn't an illusion. Something that was real. Something they could see, and touch. An aim not devoid of merit.

Ellie Sattler:
But you can't think through this one, John. You have to feel it.

John Hammond:
You're right, you're absolutely right. Hiring Nedry was a mistake, that's obvious. We're over-dependent on automation, I can see that now. Now, the next time everything's correctable. Creation is an act of sheer will. Next time it'll be flawless.

Ellie Sattler:
It's still the flea circus. It's all an illusion.

John Hammond:
When we have control—

Ellie Sattler:
You never had control! That's the illusion! Now 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, Lex and Tim…John, they're out there where people are dying. So… [takes a spoonful of ice cream] it's good.

John Hammond:
Spared no expense.

John Hammond:
How can we stand in the light of discovery and not act?

Ian Malcolm:
Oh, what's so great about discovery? It's a violent, penetrative act that scars what it observes. What you call discovery…I call the rape of the natural world.

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? 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...

Alan Grant:
The world's just changed so radically, and we're all trying to catch up. I don't want to jump to any conclusions, but look: Dinosaurs and man, two species separated by sixty-five 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:
[incredulously] I don't believe it! [chuckles] I don't believe it. You're meant to come down here and defend me against these characters [gestures to Malcolm and Gennaro] and the only one I've got on my side is the blood-sucking lawyer!

Donald Gennaro:
[without irony] Thank you.

Ellie Sattler:
[To Alan] What are you thinking?

Alan Grant:
We're out of a job.

Ian Malcolm:
Don't you mean extinct?

Ellie Sattler:
I can see the shed from here. We can make it if we run.

Robert Muldoon:
No, we can't.

Ellie Sattler:
Why not?

Robert Muldoon:
Because we're being hunted.

Ellie Sattler:
Oh, God…

Robert Muldoon:
In the bushes, straight ahead. It's alright.

Ellie Sattler:
Like hell it is.

[Last lines of the film, as the group piles into a jeep to leave the park]

Alan Grant:
Mr. Hammond, after careful consideration, I've decided not to endorse your park.

John Hammond:
So have I.

[Noticing the glitches in the tour program]

Hammond:
Dennis…our lives are in your hands, and you have butterfingers?

Dennis Nedry:
[laughs] I am totally unappreciated in my time. You could run this whole park from this room with mimimal staff for up to three days. You think that kind of automation is easy? [sips a soda] Or cheap? You know anybody who can network eight Connection Machines and debug two million lines of code for what I bid for this job? Because if he can, I'd like to see him try.

Hammond:
I am sorry about your financial problems, Dennis, I really am, but they are your problems.

Dennis Nedry:
You're right, John, you're absolutely right. You know, everything is my problem.

Hammond:
I will not be drawn into another financial debate with you, Dennis, I really will not!

Dennis Nedry:
There'd be hardly any debate at all.

Hammond:
I don't blame people for their mistakes…but I do ask that they pay for them.

Dennis Nedry:
[sarcastically] Thanks, Dad.

[The guests arrive at the theatre. Hammond walks over to the movie screen where a projected version of himself hobbles into view, clutching a cane topped with an amber-imprisoned mosquito]

Hammond:
Oh, here he comes. Well, here I come. [He walks over to the screen after the screen Hammond appears] Hello, John. [Gestures to audience] Say hello.

Screen Hammond:
Hello, John!

[Hammond fiddles around his pockets and pulls out a few notecards] Oh, I've got lines.

Screen Hammond:
How did I get here?

Hammond:
Well, let me show you. First, I'll need a drop of blood. Your blood. [He takes out a needle and pokes the screen Hammond's finger with it]

Screen Hammond:
Ouch! John, that hurt!

Hammond:
Relax, John. It's all part of the miracle of cloning.

[The screen shows two identical Hammonds]

Screen Hammond #1:
Hello, John.

Screen Hammond #2:
Hello, John.

[A third Hammond appears beside the second]

Screen Hammond #2:
Hello.

Screen Hammond #3:
Hello, John.

Alan Grant:
[As the screen Hammonds continue to multiply and greet each other, flooding the screen] Cloning from what? Loy extraction has never recreated an intact DNA strand.

Ian Malcolm:
Not without massive sequence gaps.

Ellie Sattler:
Palaeo-DNA from what source? Where do you get 100-million-year-old dinosaur blood?

[As the presentation goes on, an animated DNA strand flies out of the screen Hammond's finger, slides down his head and raps on his shoulder]

Screen Hammond:
Oh, Mr. DNA! Where'd you come from?

Mr. DNA:
From your blood. Just one drop of your blood contains billions of strands of DNA, the building blocks of life! [He appears behind a blue background and takes over the presentation] A DNA strand, like me, is a blueprint for building a living thing. And sometimes, animals that went extinct millions of years ago, like dinosaurs, left their blueprints behind for us to find. We just had to know where to look. [He pushes away the blueprint background to show a mosquito on the back of a dinosaur] A hundred million years ago, there were mosquitoes, just like today. And just like today, they fed on the blood of animals. Even dinosaurs. [The mosquito, its abdomen filled with dinosaur blood, flies to a tree. The next scene shows a real mosquito fighting its way through running tree sap] Sometimes, after biting a dinosaur, the mosquito would land on the branch of a tree and get stuck in the sap. [The next scene shows two animated miners digging underground. One of them finds the mosquito imprisoned in the amber] After a long time, the sap got hardened and became fossilized, just like a dinosaur bone, preserving the mosquito inside. This fossilized tree sap, which we call "amber," waited millions of years with the mosquito inside until Jurassic Park scientists came along. [The next scene shows a scientist drilling into the amber and extracting the blood from the mosquito with a needle] Using sophisticated techniques, they extract the preserved blood and bingo! Dino DNA! [An orange background shows genetic codes traveling at light speed as if they are cars and trains, making Mr. DNA dizzy] A full DNA strand contains three billion genetic codes. If we looked at screens like these once a second for eight hours a day, it'd take two years to look at the entire strand! It's that long! And since it's so old, it's full of holes! That's where our geneticists take over! [A genetic code speeds by, pushing him off screen to show shows scientists in a laboratory, taking eggs out of incubators] Thinking Machines supercomputers and gene sequencers break down the strand in minutes and virtual reality displays shows our geneticists the gaps in the DNA sequence. Since most animal DNA is 90% identical, we used the complete DNA of a frog… [The next scene shows a bullfrog which later cuts to an actual DNA strand with a hole in it. Mr. DNA carries the letters "G," C," A," and "T."] …to fill the…holes and…complete the… [He fills in the hole of the DNA strand] …Codes! And now, we can make a baby dinosaur. [The scene then cuts to an egg which hatches into a baby dinosaur]

[Upon discovering an abandoned nest]

Alan Grant:
You know what this is? It's a dinosaur egg. The dinosaurs are breeding.

Tim Murphy:
But Grandpa said all the dinosaurs were girls.

Alan Grant:
Amphibian DNA.

Lex Murphy:
What's that?

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 frogs. Now, some West African frogs are able to spontaneously change sex from male to female in a single sex environment. Malcolm was right...life found a way.

[In the park control room]

Ray Arnold:
No, that's crazy, you're out of your mind. He's absolutely out of his mind.

Ellie Sattler:
Wait a minute. What exactly would this mean?

John Hammond:
We're talking about a calculated risk, my dear, which is about the only option left to us. We will never find the command Nedry used; he's covered his tracks far too well, and I think it's obvious now he's not coming back. So shutting down the entire system…

Ray Arnold:
You can get somebody else because I won't do it. I will not-!

John Hammond:
Shutting down the system is the only way to wipe out everything he did. Now, as I understand it, all the systems will then come back on their original start-up modes. Correct?

Ray Arnold:
Theoretically yes. But we've never shut down the entire system before. It might not come back on at all!

Ellie Sattler:
Would we get the phones back?

Ray Arnold:
Yes. Again, in theory.

Robert Muldoon:
What about the lysine contingency? We could put that into effect.

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 creates a single faulty enzyme in protein metabolism; the animals can't manufacture the amino acid, lysine. Unless they're completely supplied with lysine by us, they slip into a coma and die.

John Hammond:
[angrily] PEOPLE. ARE. DYING! [pause] Will you please shut down the system?

[after raptor enters the kitchen]

Lex Murphy:
Timmy, what is it?

Tim Murphy:
It's a velociraptor.

Lex Murphy:
It's inside.

Dr. Ian Malcolm

Remind me to thank John for a lovely weekend

Ray Arnold:
Access main program. Access main security. Access main program grid.

[Nedry's computer begins scrolling "YOU DIDN'T SAY THE MAGIC WORD!" as a GIF of Nedry appears on screen, wagging its finger]

Computer Nedry:
Ah, ah, ah! You didn't say the magic word!

Ray Arnold:
PLEASE!!! Goddammit! I hate this hacker crap!

Ray Arnold:
[at Nedry's desk] Look at this workstation! What a complete slob!

Robert 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?

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?

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.

Dr. Alan Grant:
[on the Triceratops] Ellie, this one was always my favorite when I was a kid. And now I've seen one, it's the most beautiful thing I ever saw.

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.

Ian Malcolm:
I'm simply saying that life, uh…finds a way.

Ian Malcolm:
Now, eventually you do plan to have dinosaurs on your, on your dinosaur tour, right? Hello?

Robert Muldoon:
[when trying to save a worker from the raptor] Shoot her! SHOOT HER!!

Robert Muldoon:
Dammit, even Nedry knew better than to mess with the raptor fences!

John Hammond:
Welcome... to Jurassic Park.

John Hammond:
[to Donald Gennaro, referring to Ian Malcolm] I bring scientists, you bring a rockstar.

John Hammond:
[Watching Ian Malcolm from a security camera] I really hate that man.

Dennis Nedry:
[Met in jungle by dilophosaurus about to kill him] Yeah...yeah, that's nice. Gotta go!

[Nedry, eating at a café in San José, waves to get Dodgson's attention and discuss the planned dinosaur embryo theft from Jurassic Park]

Dennis Nedry:
Yo, Dodgson!

Lewis Dodgson:
[sits at table] You shouldn't use my name.

Dennis Nedry:
[loudly] Dodgson! Dodgson! We've got Dodgson here! [normal volume] See? Nobody cares. Nice hat. [pulls it off] What are you trying to look like, a secret agent?

Lewis Dodgson:
[hands over a valise; Nedry giggles] Seven-fifty. On delivery, fifty thousand more for each viable embryo. That's one-point-five million if you get all fifteen species off the island.

Dennis Nedry:
Oh, I'll get 'em all.

Lewis Dodgson:
Remember, viable embryos. They're no use to us if they don't survive.

Dennis Nedry:
[sighs happily] How am I supposed to transport them?

Lewis Dodgson:
[pulls out a can of shaving cream, opens the base to reveal a cooling system] The bottom screws open. It's cooled and compartmentalized inside.

Dennis Nedry:
[laughs] You guys! Oh, that's great!

Lewis Dodgson:
[reassembles it] Customs can even check it if they want to.

Dennis Nedry:
Let me see.

Lewis Dodgson:
Go on.

[Nedry pushes the can's button; it sprays shaving cream onto his hand and he laughs]

Lewis Dodgson:
There's enough coolant inside for thirty-six hours. The em -

Dennis Nedry:
No menthol? [wipes the cream onto a nearby slice of pie]

Lewis Dodgson:
The embryos have to be back here in San José by then.

Dennis Nedry:
That's up to your guy on the boat. Seven o'clock tomorrow night on the east dock. Make sure he gets it right.

Lewis Dodgson:
How are you planning to beat security?

Dennis Nedry:
Oh, I've got an eighteen-minute window. Eighteen minutes, and your company catches up on ten years of research.

Waiter:
[drops off bill for Nedry's meal] Gracias, señor. ["Thank you, sir."]

Dennis Nedry:
[glances pointedly at Dodgson] Don't get cheap on me, Dodgson. [Dodgson reluctantly pays the bill] That was Hammond's mistake.

John Hammond:
Doctor Grant, my dear Doctor Sattler, welcome...to Jurassic Park.