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

Ian Malcolm[edit]

  • (regarding Kelly) The queen, the goddess, my inspiration.
  • [To Sarah, regarding his attempts to contact the trailer] For once in your life, would it kill you to pick it up?!
  • [Regarding the Tyrannosaur that just threw one of the team's vehicles over the cliff] Mommy's very angry.
  • [To Kelly after she kills a raptor using Gymnastics] The school cut you from their team?
  • [To Ludlow after the T-Rex enters San Diego] Now you're John Hammond.
  • [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.
  • [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.
  • [Trying to rally calm after the Tyrannosaurs attack the camp] Stay down! Stay down! Don't move! DON'T MOVE!
  • [Seeing the T-rexs about to attack the trailer] Hang on, this is about to get very bad.
  • (seeing the ship about to crash into the docks) We should have stayed in the damn car!
  • (about the T-Rex) When he sees us with his kid, isn't he gonna be like "You"!?

Sarah Harding[edit]

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

Eddie Carr[edit]

  • [Regarding Malcom's frustrated handling of the sat phone] Violence and technology? Not good bedfellows!
  • [Hearing the baby T-Rex's cry when the jeep passed by] What the hell was that?

John Hammond[edit]

  • [To Malcom] 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.
  • (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[edit]

  • [John] Hammond's grasp exceeded his reach, mine does not.
  • The city of San Diego is already famous for its animal attractions. The San Diego Zoo, Sea World, the San Diego Chargers…
  • Wait!Wait!Wait!Wait!Wait! [after seeing the T-Rex approaching him]

Roland Tembo[edit]

  • [Reading from a pamphlet on dinosaurs] It'll be a pachy... pachycepl... oh hell, the fat head with the bald spot. Friar Tuck!
  • [Loses the pamphlet] The one with the big red horn, the pompador. Elvis!
  • Come on, let's get this movable feast underway!
  • 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.

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.


  • Something Has Survived


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