The Lost World: Jurassic Park

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The Lost World: Jurassic Park is a 1997 American science fiction film and the second film in the Jurassic Park series.

Something Has Survived
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.

Ian Malcolm[edit]

  • [to Hammond] So you went from capitalist to naturalist in just four years. That's something.
  • [to Hammond] If you want to leave your name on something, fine. But stop putting it on other people's headstones.
  • Yeah. "Ooh, ah," that's how it always starts. But then later there's running and screaming.
  • [to Ludlow, as the T. rex terrorizes San Diego] Now you're John Hammond.
  • [after hearing the adult T. rex roar for its missing child] Mommy's very angry.
  • 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[edit]

  • [to Malcolm] I've worked around predators since I was 20 years old. Lions, jackals, hyenas…you.
  • [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.
  • I need something pliable. Spit. [Holds out her hand and Nick spits saliva into it] Your gum!

Eddie Carr[edit]

  • Violence and technology? Not good bedfellows!

John Hammond[edit]

  • [to Malcolm] You were right and I was wrong. There! Did you ever expect to hear me say such a thing?
  • Now it's only a matter of time before this…lost world…is found and pillaged.
  • It's our last chance at redemption.
  • 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[edit]

  • Dr. Malcolm, Dr. Malcolm. Here to share a few campfire stories with my uncle?
  • An extinct animal brought back to life has no rights. It exists because we made it. We patented it. We own it.
  • Hammond's reach exceeded his grasp. Mine does not.
  • 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[edit]

  • This is a game trail, Mr. Ludlow. Carnivores hunt on game trails. Do you want to set up base camp or a buffet?
  • Peter, if you want me to run your little camping trip, there are two conditions: first, 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?
  • You're coming up on a…a Pachy…a pachy…oh, hell. Uh, the fathead with the bald spot. Friar Tuck!

Dialogue[edit]

Peter Ludlow: 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.

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.
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!

Eddie Carr: 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 harm's way.
Ian Malcolm: Actually, it'll put them at a very convenient biting height.

Kelly Malcolm: She doesn't even have Sega. She's such a troglodyte.
Ian Malcolm: Cruel, but good word use.

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.

Eddie Carr: Wow. Is this even possible?
Ian Malcolm: 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: Fruitcakes.

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!

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: 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.

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.

[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!

Deleted Scenes[edit]

[The InGen board of directors is assembled, and one of the board members is yawning—an expression that turns to stunned horror as Peter Ludlow slaps a file down in front of him.]
Peter Ludlow: These pictures were taken in hospital in Costa Rica 48 hours ago, after a British family on a yacht cruise stumbled upon Site B. The little girl will be fine. Her parents, however, are wealthy, angry and litigious. [smiles grimly] That's hardly new to us.
[Picks up a file, slapping each down on the table as he lists them] Wrongful death settlements, partial list. Family of Donald Gennaro, 36.5 million dollars. Family of John Arnold, 23 million. Family of Robert Muldoon, 12.6 million. Damaged or destroyed equipment, 17.3 million. Demolition, deconstruction, and disposal of Isla Nublar facilities, organic and inorganic, 126 million dollars.
[Slaps file down on table, reaches for another] The list goes on: Research funding, media payoffs, oooh…silence is expensive.
[Places file down] Well, this madness must stop. Now. This corporation has been bleeding from the throat for four years. You have sat patiently and listened to ecology lectures, while John Hammond signed your checks and spent your money. You have watched your stock drop from 78-and-a-quarter to 19 flat with no good end in sight, and all along we have held significant product assets that we have attempted to hide at great expense when we could have safely harvested those assets and displayed them for profit. Enormous profit. Enough income to wipe out four years of lawsuits, damage control and unpleasant infighting, and the one thing, the only thing standing between us and this windfall is a born-again naturalist who happens to be our own CEO. [He pauses] Believe me, I don't enjoy having to say these things about my own uncle. But I don't work for Mother Nature. I work for you.
[He retrieves a piece of paper from the table] Whereas the Chief Executive Officer has engaged in wasteful and negligent business practices to further his own personal environmental beliefs; whereas these practices have affected the financial performance of the company by incurring significant losses; whereas the shareholders have been materially harmed by these losses; thereby it be resolved that John Parker Hammond be removed from the office of Chief Executive Officer, effective immediately. I move the resolution be put to a vote. Do I have a second?
Member of the Board: I second the motion. Mr. Nicolas, please poll the members by a show of hands.
Mr. Nicolas: All those in favour of InGen Corporate Resolution 213c, please signify your approval by raising your right hand.
[All board members raise their hands. Motion carried.]

[Roland Tembo is seated at an outdoor cafe in Mombassa, Kenya, when he hears someone walking behind him. He turns suddenly.]
Roland Tembo: Ajay!
Ajay Sidhu: [laughing as the two men embrace] How did you know?
Roland Tembo: [taps his nose] That cheap aftershave I send you every Christmas; you actually wear it. I'm touched. Sit down, sit down. [they sit at a table] What on earth brings you to Mombassa?
Ajay Sidhu: You. I got a call from a man who's going to Costa Rica, or thereabouts. And if he's 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: How do you mean?
Roland Tembo: A true hunter doesn't mind if the animal wins. But 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 you would find this…challenging.
[At a nearby table, some American tourists start causing trouble with a waitress.]
Roland Tembo: Then it's probably illegal. These days, it's a worse crime to shoot a tiger than to shoot your own parents. Tigers have advocates. [Roland notices the Americans bothering the waitress. He finishes his drink quickly.] Excuse me, will you?
[Roland wanders over to the table with the obnoxious tourists and gently moves the waitress away; the tourists start mocking him, as he removes his glasses and wipes them with a handkerchief, gazing sternly at a burly-looking man.]
Roland Tembo: You, sir, are no gentleman. [The man's friends start laughing.]
Obnoxious Tourist: That supposed to be an insult?
Roland Tembo: I can think of none greater.
Obnoxious Tourist: [chuckling] Buzz off, you old bastard.
Roland Tembo: [tucks his handerchief back in his coat] What do I have to do to pick a fight with you? Bring your mother into it?
Obnoxious Tourist: Are you kiddin'? I'll take you with one hand tied down.
Roland Tembo: Oh, is that so?
Obnoxious Tourist: [sips his beer] Yeah.
[Roland has his left hand tied behind his back.]
Obnoxious Tourist: I meant my hand…
[Roland punches the man in the face with his right hand, and downs a drink on the table. The man lunges at Roland, who ducks, punches him twice more, grabs him by the nose and slams him into a post. The man gets up and takes one last lunge, and Roland elbows him in the face, busting his jaw. As the man's friends carry him away, they slam him groin-first into a post; he screams in agony.]
Roland Tembo: [sits down at his table] I'm sorry, Ajay. You were saying?
Ajay Sidhu: [looking back at the man] 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 would possibly be of any interest to me.

Taglines[edit]

  • Something Has Survived

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