The Lost World: Jurassic Park

Ian Malcolm:
(regarding Kelly) The queen, the goddess, my inspiration.

Ian Malcolm:
[To Sarah, regarding his attempts to contact the trailer] For once in your life, would it kill you to pick it up?!

Ian Malcolm:
[Regarding the Tyrannosaur that just threw one of the team's vehicles over the cliff] Mommy's very angry.

Ian Malcolm:
[To Kelly after she kills a raptor using Gymnastics] The school cut you from their team?

Ian Malcolm:
[To Ludlow after the T-Rex enters San Diego] Now you're John Hammond.

Ian Malcolm:
[Off Nick and Eddie's reactions to the dinosaurs] Oh yeah "Ooh, aah", that's how it always starts. But then there's running and screaming.

Ian Malcolm:
[To Ludlow regarding Ludlow's plan to transport dinosaurs to the mainland] 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.

Ian Malcolm:
[Trying to rally calm after the Tyrannosaurs attack the camp] Stay down! Stay down! Don't move! DON'T MOVE!

Ian Malcolm:
[Seeing the T-rexs about to attack the trailer] Hang on, this is about to get very bad.

Ian Malcolm:
(seeing the ship about to crash into the docks) We should have stayed in the damn car!

Ian Malcolm:
(about the T-Rex) When he sees us with his kid, isn't he gonna be like "You"!?

Sarah Harding:
I've worked around predators since I was 20 years old. Lions, jackals, hyenas... you.

Sarah Harding:
I need something pliable... Spit. [Holds out her hand and Nick spits saliva into it] Your *gum*!

Eddie Carr:
[Regarding Malcom's frustrated handling of the sat phone] Violence and technology? Not good bedfellows!

Eddie Carr:
[Hearing the baby T-Rex's cry when the jeep passed by] What the hell was that?

John Hammond:
[To Malcom] You were right and I was wrong. There! Did you ever expect to hear me say such a thing?

John Hammond:
Now it's only a matter of time before this lost world is found and pillaged.

John Hammond:
(last lines) 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.

Peter Ludlow:
[John] Hammond's grasp exceeded his reach, mine does not.

Peter Ludlow:
Wait!Wait!Wait!Wait!Wait! [after seeing the "Tyrannosaur" approaching him ]

Roland Tembo:
[Reading from a pamphlet on dinosaurs] It'll be a pachy... pachycepl... oh hell, the fat head with the bald spot. Friar Tuck!

Roland Tembo:
[Loses the pamphlet] The one with the big red horn, the pompador. Elvis!

Roland Tembo:
Come on, let's get this movable feast underway!

Roland Tembo:
Do you want to set up a base camp or a buffet?

Kelly Malcolm:
(about the pissed off woman on the radio) Boy, is she mad at you!

Ian Malcolm:
I feel sorry for this guy Enrique.

Kelly Malcolm:
She doesn't even have Sega. She's such a troglodyte.

Ian Malcolm:
Cruel, but good word use.

Eddie Carr:
[Refering to a platform] It's a High Hide. A High Hide. [off Malcolm's look] See you go up and you hide, high. It goes up to where the trees are, and keeps the researchers out of harms way.

Ian Malcolm:
Actually it'll put them at a very convient biting height.

Nick Van Owen:
...Did some work with Greenpeace once in a while.

Ian Malcolm:
Greenpeace? What drew you there?

Nick Van Owen:
[Grinning] Women. Eighty percent female Greenpeace.

Ian Malcolm:
That's noble.

Nick Van Owen:
Nah, noble was last year. This year I'm getting paid. Hammond's cheque cleared or I wouldn't be going on this wild goose chase.

Ian Malcolm:
Ah where you're going is the only place in the world where the geese chase you!

Eddie Carr:
I loaded the enhanced venom of Conus purpurascens, the South Sea cone shell. Most powerful neurotoxin in the world. Acts within a two-thousandth of a second. Faster than the nerve-conduction velocity. The animal's down before it feels the prick of the dart.

Ian Malcolm:
Is there an antidote?

Eddie Carr:
What, like if you shot yourself in the foot? Don't do that. You'd be dead before you realized you'd had an accident.

Peter Ludlow [Hearing the infant cry out of the Cargohold] Are You There?

Peter Ludlow [He notices the Muzzle on the floor and sees the infant] Ah so there you are!

Tyrannosaur [Roars towards Ludlow, he is quite terrified]

Peter Ludlow Wait Wait Wait [The rex breaks Ludlow's leg and puts him down] Wait! Wait! Wait!

Eddie Carr:
[Refering to the Dinosaurs] Wow. Is this even possible?

Ian Malcolm:
[Incredulous] What? This? What did you think you were going to document? What did you think you were going to see?

Nick Van Owen:
Animals. Maybe big Iguanas.

Ian Malcolm:
[Sighs] Fruitcakes.

Eddie Carr:
(seeing the wrecked RV hanging off the edge of a cliff) Ian? Sarah? Nick? Nick!

Nick Van Owen:
Yeah, we're in here.

Eddie Carr:
Wait, wait! I'm coming! I'm coming! (tries opening door, but it won't open) God damn it! I'm coming! (climbs in through shattered windshield) What did this?

Ian Malcolm:
Kelly! What did you do with Kelly?

Eddie Carr:
It's okay, she's in the High Hide! Who's hurt, what do you need?

Ian Malcolm:
We need rope!

Eddie Carr:
Rope? What, anything else?

Ian Malcolm:
Yeah, three double cheeseburgers with everything.

Nick Van Owen:
No onions on mine!

Sarah Harding:
And an apple turnover!

Peter Ludlow:
[walking downstairs in John Hammond's mansion] Well, Dr. Malcolm...Dr. Malcolm. [begins signing some paperwork] Here to trade campfire stories with my uncle?

Ian Malcolm:
You can convince the Washington Post and Sceptical Enquirer of what 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 a nefarious motive? Even Lex and Tim?

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 expressely forbade you from discussing anything you saw. You violated that agreement.

Ian Malcolm:
Yeah, I did, and you lied. You twisted the facts surrounding the deaths of three people, and you stuff misinformation down the public's throat which made me look like a nut. It hasn't been so good for my livelyhood...

Peter Ludlow:
We made a generous compensatory offer for your injuries.

Ian Malcolm:
That was a payoff and an insult. When you spin reality, when you cover up evidence it hurts more than just my reputation, it hurts...

Peter Ludlow:
As I recall, your university revoked your tenure for your selling wild stories to the press.

Ian Malcolm:
I didn't sell anything, I never took a cent, and I told the truth.

Peter Ludlow:
Your version of it.

Ian Malcolm:
There are no versions of the truth. And I'll tell you something, InGen can't keep...

Peter Ludlow:
InGen is my responsibility now, Doctor, and I will jealously defend its interests.

Ian Malcolm:
Your responsibility? What about Mr. Hammond?

Peter Ludlow:
It is our board of directors that 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. [Pats him on the arm]

Ian Malcolm:
[Grips Ludlow's arm, threatening] Not by me.

Peter Ludlow:
Careful. This suit cost more than your education.

John Hammond:
Thank God for Site B.

Ian Malcom:
Site B?

John Hammond:
Isla Nublar was just the showroom, something for the tourists. Site B was the factory floor; that was on Isla Sorna, eighty miles from Nublar. We bred the animals there, and nurtured them for a few months and then moved them into the park.

Ian Malcom:
Really? 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. 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.

Ian Malcolm:
[stammering] Well, that's right, that's right, hopefully you've kept this island quarantined and contained, but, er, I'm in shock about all this,I mean, that they're still alive. I mean, you bred them lysine-deficient. Shouldn't they have, er, 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!

Ian Malcolm:
Team?!

John Hammond:
Yes. I've organised an expedition to go in and document them. To make the most spectacular living fossil record the world has ever seen.

Ian Malcolm:
Go in and document? What, you mean with people?

John Hammond:
Yes. The animals won't even know they're there. Very low impact. Strictly observation and documentation. Our satellite infareds show the animals are fiercely territorial. The carnivores are isolated in the interior of the island, so the team can stay on the outer rim. Don't worry, I'm not making the same mistakes again.

Ian Malcolm:
No, you're making all new ones. [exasperated] John...! So there's another island with dinosaurs-no fences this time!- and you want to send people in, very few people, on the ground?! And who are these four lunatics that you're trying to con into this?!

John Hammond:
Well, it was difficult to convince them as to what they were going to see and in the end I had to use my chequebook to get them there. [holds up four dossiers which he hands to Ian] But there's Nick van Owen who's a video documentarian, Eddie Carr who's a field equipment expert. We have our palaeontologist and I was hoping that perhaps you might be the fourth. [Ian rolls his eyes] We've been on the verge of Chapter 11 ever since the accident in the park and there are those in the company who wanted to exploit Site B in order to bail us out. They've been planning it for years, and I have 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 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 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.

Ian Malcolm:
So you went from capitalist to naturalist in just four years. That's something.

Peter Ludlow:
[Speaking into radio headset] This is as good as place as any for Base Camp, I want it up and running in thirty minutes. That's half an hour. Over.

Roland Tembo:
Cancel that order.

Peter Ludlow:
[To Roland] 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:
[Into headset] 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 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:
[pause, then smiles and gives Roland a thumbs up] Okay!

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'.

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.

(Sarah and Ian are searching for the T-Rex in San Diego)

Sarah Harding:
How do we find the adult?

Dr. Ian Malcolm:
Just follow the screams.

Officer:
Hey! What the hell you think you're doing?

Ian Malcolm:
Taking the kid. Want to stop us? Shoot us.

Something Has Survived

Cathy:
[hears a weird sound and sees a Compsognathus jump out of the bushes] Well, hello there. What are you? Some sort of bird or something? [the Compy comes closer to see Cathy's sandwich and Cathy takes a piece out] Are you hungry? Take a bite. It's roast beef. It's good. Come on. I won't hurt you. [the Compy takes the meat with its mouth] Mommy! Daddy! You've got to come see this! I found something! [turns around and sees multiple Compsognathuses]

Peter Ludlow:
InGen is my responsibility now, Doctor, I will jealously defend it's interests.

Ian Malcolm:
Your responsibility, what about Mr. Hammond?

Peter Ludlow:
It is our board of directors whom I must look in the eye, not my uncle. Really, you must trust me, your problems are about to be rendered moot. In a few weeks' time, they'll be long forgotten.

Ian Malcolm:
[grabbing Ludlow's arm] Not by me.

Peter Ludlow:
Careful. This suit cost more than your education.

John Hammond:
Don't worry. I'm not making the same mistakes again.

Ian Malcolm:
No, you're making all new ones.

Sarah Harding:
I love you. I just don't need you right now.

Ian Malcolm:
What you need is a good anti-psychotic.

Sarah Harding:
I'll be back in five or six days.

Ian Malcolm:
No, you'll be back in five or six pieces.

Peter Ludlow:
Roland. Where do you think you're going?

Roland Tembo:
To collect my fee, Mr. Ludlow. To collect my fee.

[A compsognathus—compy for short—is sniffing at Stark's foot]

Dieter Stark:
It gives me the creeps. It's like it's not scared.

Robert Burke:
There haven't been any visitors to this island. There's no reason for it to fear man.

[Stark casually lowers his cattle-prod to the compy's head, shocking it and sending it running]

Dieter Stark:
Now it does.

Eddie Carr:
Who's hurt, what do you need?

Ian Malcolm:
We need rope!

Eddie Carr:
Rope? What, anything else?

Ian Malcolm:
Yeah, three double cheeseburgers with everything.

Nick Van Owen:
No onions on mine!

Sarah Harding:
And an apple turnover!

Roland Tembo:
The rex just fed, so he won't be hunting for a while.

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!

Peter Ludlow:
It's easy to criticize someone who generates an idea, assumes the risk.

Ian Malcolm:
When you try to sound like Hammond, it comes off as a hustle. It's not your fault. They say talent skips a generation. I'm sure your kids will be sharp as tacks.

Peter Ludlow:
Hammond's reach exceeded his grasp; mine does not.

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.

[Ian and Sarah have just stolen an infant Tyrannosaurus as bait for its rampaging parent]

Sarah Harding:
How do we find the adult?

Ian Malcolm:
Follow the screams!

Ian Malcolm:
[to Hammond] So you went from capitalist to naturalist in just four years. That's something.

Ian Malcolm:
[to Hammond] If you want to leave your name on something, fine. But stop putting it on other people's headstones.

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:
[to Malcolm] Look. I love that you rode in here on a white horse. I really do. It's very touching, very dramatic. I just need you to show up in a cab now and then, too.

John Hammond:
It's our last chance at redemption.

Peter Ludlow:
Well, Dr. Malcolm. Here to share a few campfire stories with my uncle?

Peter Ludlow:
An extinct animal brought back to life has no rights. It exists because we made it. We patented it. We own it.

Peter Ludlow:
[to Ian] "Careful. This suit costs more than your education".

Peter Ludlow:
Fifteen years ago, John Hammond had a dream. Like John himself, the dream was grand. It was outsized. It was bold. It was impractical. It was not to be. Half an hour from now…John Hammond's dream, re-imagined, will come true.

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:
[last words before being caught by the father T-Rex and being killed by the baby T-Rex] Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait! Wait! Wait!

Roland Tembo:
You're coming up on a…a Pachy…a pachy…oh, hell. Uh, the fathead with the bald spot. Friar Tuck!