The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997) - Quotes

Eddie Carr: Wow. Is this even possible?

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.

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

Ian Malcolm: Cruel, but good word use.

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

Ian Malcolm: What's your background? Wildlife photography?

Nick Van Owen: [[Rwanda] Yeah, wildlife, combat, you name it. When I was with Nightline, I was in ], Chechnya, all over Bosnia. Do some volunteer work for 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: 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 have 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 return for my services is the right to hunt one of the tyrannosaurs. A male, a buck only. How and when is my business. Now if you don't like either of those 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?

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!

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

John Hammond: [to Malcolm] You were right and I was wrong. There! Did you ever expect to hear me say such a thing? Thank god for Site B.

Eddie Carr: Violence and technology? Not good bedfellows!

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

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.

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

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.

Ian Malcolm: [after hearing the adult ''T. rex'' roar for its missing child] Mommy's very angry.

Ian Malcolm: [to Ludlow, as the ''T. rex'' terrorizes San Diego] Now you're John Hammond.

Ian Malcolm: Yeah. "Ooh, ah," that's how it always starts. But then later there's running and screaming.

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