Lex: He's gonna eat the goat?
Tim: Excellent!
Donald Gennaro: What's the matter, kid? You never had lamb chops?
Lex: I happen to be a vegetarian.
Dr. Alan Grant: [looking at a dinosaur herd] Tim. Tim, can you tell me what they are?
Tim: They're, Gal... uh... uh, Galli... uh, Gallimimus.
Lex: Are those... meat-eating... uh, meatasauruses?
Dr. Alan Grant: [the dinosaurs change direction] The wheel uniform changes just like a flock of birds evading a
predator.
Tim: They're, uh... they're flocking this way.
Dr. Alan Grant: [Dr. Grant gets back in the car after checking with the other car for a working radio] Their radio is out too. Gennarro said to stay put.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: The kids OK?
Dr. Alan Grant: I didn't ask. Why wouldn't they be?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Kids get scared.
Dr. Alan Grant:
What's to be scared about? It's just a little hiccup in the power...
Dr. Ian Malcolm: I didn't say I was scared.
Dr. Alan Grant: I didn't say you were scared.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: I know.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: We can make it if we run.
Muldoon: No, we can't.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Why not?
Muldoon: Because we are being hunted.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Oh God.
Muldoon: In the bushes straight ahead. It's all right.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Like
hell it is!
Muldoon: What about the lysine contingency? We could put that into effect!
Dr. Ellie Sattler: What's that?
John Hammond: That is absolutely out of the question.
Ray Arnold: The lysine contingency is intended to prevent the spread of the animals in case they ever get off the island. Dr. Wu inserted a gene that
makes a single faulty enzyme in protein metabolism. The animals can't manufacture the amino acid lysine. Unless they're continually supplied with lysine by us, they'll slip into a coma and die.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: How could we cut off the lysine?
Ray Arnold: No real trick to it. Just stop running the program, leaving them unattended.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: How long before they become comatose?
Ray Arnold: It would be totally painless - they'd just slip into unconsciousness and die.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: How long until they slip into unconsciousness?
Ray Arnold: Hmm... seven days, more or less.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Seven days?
Seven days? Oh, that's great. Clever!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: That'll be a first - man and dinosaur all die together. John's plan.
John Hammond: People. Are. Dying! Mr. Arnold, will you please shut down the system.
Ray Arnold: OK, but... you asked for it. Hold on to your butts!
[switches the mainframe off]
Dr. Alan Grant: [All of a sudden their electric car stops] What did I touch?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Uh, you didn't touch anything. We stopped.
Dr. Alan Grant: [Dr. Grant enters his mobile trailer home and sees John Hammond in his fridge] What the hell do you think you're doing in here?
[John pops open a bottle of champagne. The cork comes flying at Grant and he ducks]
Dr. Alan Grant: Hey, we were saving that.
John Hammond: For today, I guarantee it.
Dr. Alan Grant: [calling Hammond on the phone] Mr. Hammond, the phones are working.
John Hammond: Are the children all right?
Dr. Alan Grant: The children are fine. Call the mainland. Tell them to send the damn helicopters.
[we hear the raptors smashing the windows]
Dr. Ellie Sattler: It's gonna come
through the glass!
[Grant starts shooting at it. Hammond listens to the noises]
John Hammond: [screaming] GRANT!