[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.
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."
[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!
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.
[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!*
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.
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?
Peter Ludlow: Careful. This suit cost more than your education.
Eddie Carr: Violence and technology... not good bedfellows!
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.
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!
