A wealthy entrepreneur invites a top paleontologist, a paleobotanist, a mathematician/theorist, and his two eager grandchildren to visit his secret island theme park featuring living dinosaurs created from prehistoric DNA.
Worker in Raptor Pen: Everybody, heads up! Heads up! Keep clear! Keep it clear! Okay, down! Andale, si! Vamonos. Keep it goin'! Come on! That's good, stay! Slow it down. No lo vayan a tirar! Cuidado! Traigala, traigala!
John Hammond: All major theme parks have delays. When they opened Disneyland in 1956, nothing worked!
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Yeah, but, John, if The Pirates of the Caribbean breaks down, the pirates don't eat the tourists.
Dr. Alan Grant: T-Rex doesn't want to be fed. He wants to hunt. Can't just suppress 65 million years of gut instinct.
[Ellie and Muldoon find Malcolm injured at the scene of the T-Rex attack]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Remind me to thank John for a lovely weekend.
Dr. Alan Grant: [loading a rifle] OK, it's just the two Raptors, right?
Dr. Alan Grant: You're sure the third one's contained?
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Yes, unless they figure out how to open doors.
Lex: What are you and Ellie gonna do now if you don't have to pick up dinosaur bones anymore?
Dr. Alan Grant: I don't know. I guess... I guess we'll just have to evolve too