Dinotopia

Romana Denison:
David, what is it?

David Scott:
It's the height. I think I'm having a panic attack.

Romana Denison:
Remember you are of the Sky.

David Scott:
I am not of the Sky. I don't know who said that. If anything I'm of the Couch.

[Karl is carving a graffiti on a school desk]

Marion:
Karl, that is unnecessary destruction of public property... and that is not how stegosauruses reproduce.

Karl Scott:
It's a skill, honed over a lifetime.

Rosemary:
It's time you honed some other skills.

Rosemary:
Karl, you're not on vacation; you're expected to work with the other students during the day.

Karl Scott:
Look, no disrespect, Rosemary, but I'm not a Dinotopian, and I don't want to become one, okay?

Rosemary:
Do you intend to eat our food?

Karl Scott:
Well, yeah, I guess.

Rosemary:
Then you help us make it. Starting now. And please address me as Matriarch in the future.

Marion:
But Karl, yours might have been the finest answer we've ever had. I'll read it now. "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide; no escape from reality. Open your eyes, look up to the skies, and see."

Zippo:
Yes, yes, truly inspiring.

David Scott:
That's cheating! That's the lyrics to 'Bohemian Rhapsody!'

David Scott:
[about Cyrus Crabb] I'm not sure I trust that guy.

Karl Scott:
Why not? He's just a weird old guy with a limp and a few sticks of dynamite.

Karl Scott:
Knock, knock.

Marion:
Who's there?

Karl Scott:
Goliath.

Marion:
Goliath who?

Karl Scott:
Goliath down, you looketh tired!

Marion:
Was Goliath a real name?

Karl Scott:
He was a giant, a bully. A boy knocked him down with a slingshot. Everyone knows the story of Karl and Goliath!