Ian: Mommy's very angry.

Ajay Sidhu: Did you find him?
Roland Tembo: Only the parts they didn't like.

Ian: Is there an antidote?
Eddie Carr: What, like if you shot yourself in the foot? Don't do that, you would be dead before you even knew you had an accident.

Ian: Taking dinosaurs off this island is the worst idea in the long, sad history of bad ideas.

Ian: Where you're going is the only place on earth where the geese chase you.

Ian: Sarah! Sarah!
Nick Van Owen: Sarah Harding!
Ian: How many Sarahs you think are on this island? Sarah!

Ian: It's fine if you wanna put your name on something but STOP putting it on other people's headstones.

Ian: Oooh! Ahhh! That's how it always starts. Then later there's running and screaming.

Sarah: How do we find the adult?
Ian: Just follow the screams.

Roland: The Rex just fed, so he won't be hunting for a while.
Ian: 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: Then his problems are over. My point is, predators don't hunt when they're not hungry.
Nick: Yeah, only humans do.
Roland: Oh, you're breaking my heart. Come on! Saddle up, let's get this moveable feast under way!

Sarah: I love you. I just don't... need you right now.
Ian: I'll tell you what you NEED, a good anti-psychotic!
Sarah: I'll be back in five or six days.
Ian: No, you'll be back in five or six PIECES!

Ian: Why doesn't anyone listen to me? I speak simple English, I don't have an accent as far as I can tell.

John Hammond: Don't worry, I'm not making the same mistakes again.
Ian: No, you're making all new ones.

Eddie: What do you need?
Ian: Rope!
Eddie: OK, rope! Anything else?
Ian: Yeah, three double cheeseburgers with everything!
Nick: No onions on mine!
Sarah: And an apple turnover!

Roland: 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 crack 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 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?