John Hammond: There is no doubt that our attractions will drive kids out of their minds.
Dr. Alan Grant: What are those?
Dr. Ellie Sattler: Small versions of adults, honey.
John Hammond: I don't blame people for their mistakes, but I do ask that they pay for them.
Dr. Alan Grant: How did you do this?
John Hammond: I'll show you.
Gennaro: Let's get something straight, John. This is not a weekend excursion. This is a serious investigation of the stability of the island. Your investors whom I represent are deeply concerned. Forty-eight hours from now if they're not convinced, I'm not convinced. I'll shut you down, John.
John Hammond: In forty-eight hours I'll be accepting your apologies.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: John, the kind of control you're attempting is...it's not possible. You see, if there's one thing the history of evolution has taught is that life will not be contained. Life breaks free, it expands to new territories, crashes through barriers, painfully, maybe even dangerously, but...well, there it is.
John Hammond: There it is.
Wu: You're implying that a group composed entirely of female animals will...breed?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: No. I'm...I'm simply saying that life, uh, finds a way.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Now, you might eventually have dinosaurs on your dinosaur tour, right? Hello? Hello? Yes?
John Hammond: I really hate that man.
John Hammond: Don't worry, I'm not making the same mistakes again.
Ian Malcolm: No, you're making all new ones.
Ian Malcolm: You sent my girlfriend to this island alone?
John Hammond: Sent is hardly the word. She couldn't be restrained.
Frenchy Burgoyne: If they obey orders then the Navy takes care of them. It's a way of life that appeals to a certain kind of man.
