Ellie Sattler: If our world's going to survive, what matters is what we do now.
Owen Grady: I could use your expertise.
Ian Malcolm: Is that a dinosaur on your shoulder?
Owen Grady: Yeah, why?
Owen Grady: I promise you, I am gonna get her back.
Owen Grady: Nervous flyer?
Franklin Webb: Would you ride a-a thousand pound horse that's been abused all its life?
Owen Grady: I rode my motorcycle through the jungle with a pack of raptors.
Franklin Webb: We're not compatible. (00:21:50)
Claire Dearing: Be careful, okay?
Owen Grady: If I don't make it back, remember... you're the one who made me come. I'll be all right. (00:30:40)
Claire Dearing: Come on, you're a better man than you think you are.
Owen Grady: You should write fortune cookies. (00:20:00)
Franklin: Am I dead?
Owen Grady: Not yet, kid.
Emmet Brickowski: Lucy.
Wyldstyle: Emmet! Did you draw stubble dots on your face?
Emmet Brickowski: What? No. (01:10:30)
Emmet Brickowski: Hang on to your fronds, Planty. We're going to save Lucy! And... all of the other people who were captured.
Rex Dangervest: Do you mind if I save your life?
Emmet Brickowski: Not at all. (00:30:55)
Wyldstyle: Emmet, you've gotta stop pretending everything is awesome. It isn't.
Emmet Brickowski: Yeah. I get it. And that's why I cultivated a hard-edged side that's super-tough and-Look! Look! A shooting star! Make a wish.
Emmet Brickowski: Hurry! The door is slowly closing!
Wyldstyle: Good thing the door is closing so slowly and dramatically. (00:14:20)
Emmet Brickouwski: Who are you?
Rex Dangervest: The name's Rex. Rex Dangervest. Galaxy defending archaeologist, cowboy, and raptor trainer, who likes building furniture, busting heads, and having chiseled features, previously hidden under baby fat.
Emmet Brickowski: Whoa! (00:31:35)
Emmet Brickowski: Hey, you broke my ship.
Rex Dangervest: Listen, kid, you can build anything, but there ain't nothing you can't break.
[Both laugh.]
Emmet Brickowski: I don't get it. (00:32:00)
Emmet Brickowski: How is there outer space under this sidewalk?
Rex Dangervest: I told you, nothing in this place makes sense. (00:48:20)
Sam Chisolm: We've got a seven.
Sheriff Harp: He's got an army!
Josh Faraday: And they'll be murdered by the world's greatest lover.
Barley Lightfoot: Put it in O, for onward.
Barley Lightfoot: There's no top half! I definitely remember Dad having a top half.
Ian Lightfoot: I didn't call you a screw up.
Barley Lightfoot: You didn't have to. The magic said it for you.
Laurel Lightfoot: Barley, if you don't get your soldiers out of my land, our kingdoms will be at war.
Barley Lightfoot: Sorry, mom.
Laurel Lightfoot: I swear this is the longest gap year ever.
