Trespasser

John Hammond:
I always believed Nedry left himself a back door something about the hobbits or god knows what.

Anne:
It's like a scene from the end of the world...

John Hammond:
Hunting dinosaurs is quite a tricky business. I recommend helicopters, if you've got them.

John Hammond:
I gave myself over to the strange, lonely discipline of the market. Investment strategies and profit. I stood apart, master of codes and lost worlds, of heat and cold, and the sleep of a hundred-million years.

Anne:
[chased by raptors] Dinosaur park... what a great idea!

Anne:
[getting closer to a T. rex] I've really done it. This is not a normal situation.

John Hammond:
The technology, the real trick of it, is still in there. In a darkened room in an empty building with a dirty floor, it waits. The flashpoint, the origin of Jurassic Park.

John Hammond:
[reminiscing] It was in the last days of genetic recovery, and at this point, nothing was certain. Was the DNA there? Could be bring it back... up the well? It was 3AM. The room was strewn with soda cans and for the hundredth time, we ran the extraction sequence. Dennis? What are we looking at here? All my life I had waited for something great, something extraordinary. And then, it opened up. The code read true. The barrier of time for an instant... opened. Nedry and I stared into the monitor, straight back through 65 thousand centuries. As Nedry typed, the world seemed to hold its breath. And for a moment we stood at the turning point between two great planetary eras. The million-year reign of man and the age of the dinosaurs.

John Hammond:
My work... my work lies where I left it. If there is anyone brave enough and clever enough to take it and... return the keys to time. Perhaps the foundation of a new empire.

John Hammond:
A lost world is a sort of scientific myth. An evolutionary scenario in which an ecosystem is isolated and preserved. The rest of the world changes, leaving a tiny, fragile pocket where ancient species survive.

Anne:
Yada, yada, yada...

Anne:
Where is the goddamn phone? I want to get out of here. I want diet soda, I want copy machines, and juice boxes, and cartoons.