Claire: Run!
Owen: You made a genetic hybrid. Raised it in captivity. She is seeing all of this for the first time. She does not even know what she is. She will kill everything that moves.
Masrani: You think the animal is contemplating its own existence?
Owen: She is learning where she fits on the food chain and I'm not sure you want her to
figure that out.
Masrani: [regarding Indominus rex's escape attempts] She's intelligent, then?
Claire: For a dinosaur.
Masrani: And that?
[he indicates the cracked viewing window]
Claire: It tried to break the glass.
Masrani: I like her spirit.
Owen: You'll last two minutes in there. Less in those ridiculous shoes.
[Claire unbuckles her belt, ties her shirt at her midriff, rolls up her sleeves and puts her hands on her hips at Owen]
Owen: What is that supposed to mean?
Claire: It means I'm ready to go.
Owen: ...okay
Claire: We have an asset out of containment. Put ACU on alert. This not a drill.
Claire: I need you.
Owen: Okay?
Claire: I need your help. My nephews they're out in the valley. Please if anything happens to them.
Owen: How old?
Claire: Uh, the, um... the older one he's like uh... he's high school age. The younger one, he's um... he's... a few years...
Owen: You don't know how old your nephews are?
Barry: [regarding the raptors] What do you think? Want to take one home?
Hoskins: Hey, don't joke. When I was your age I rescued a wolf pup. It was like two months old. Could barely walk. Used to sleep by my bed. Watch over me. My wife, she came at me with a steak knife. He took a chunk out of her arm.
Barry: You put him down?
Hoskins: Hell no.