Dr Grant: Life found a way.
Dr. Alan Grant: Mr. Hammond, I've decided not to endorse your park.
John Hammond: So have I.
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.
Ellie Sattler: There's only one way to be sure. I'm going to have to look at the dinosaur's droppings.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Dino... droppings? Droppings? She's uh, tenacious, isn't she?
Dr. Alan Grant: You have no idea.
Lex: He left us! He left us!
Dr. Alan Grant: But that's NOT what I'M gonna do.
Dr. Alan Grant: You married?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Occasionally.
Ellie Sattler: What's so wrong with kids?
Alan Grant: Oh Ellie, look, they're noisy, they're messy, they're expensive. They smell. Some of them smell, babies smell.
Dr. Alan Grant: How did you do this?
John Hammond: I'll show you.
Dr. Alan Grant: What John Hammond and InGen did at Jurassic Park is create genetically engineered theme park monsters. Nothing more and nothing less.
Woman: Um, are you saying that you wouldn't wanna get onto Isla Sarnoa and study them if you had the chance?
Dr. Grant: No force on Earth or Heaven will get me on that island.
Dr. Alan Grant: Well, you're alive, and that's the important thing. And thanks to you, that's one thing we have in common. Did you read Malcolm's book?
Eric Kirby: Yeah.
Dr. Alan: So?
Eric: I...I don't know. I mean, it was kinda preachy. Too much chaos, everything's chaos. Seemed like the guy was kinda high on himself.
Dr. Alan: Well, that's two things we have in common.
Dr. Alan Grant: Some of the worst things imaginable have been done with the best intentions.
Alan Grant: Ellie Sattler.
Ellie Sattler: Alan Grant.
Damien Thorn: Most people confuse evil with their own trivial lusts and perversions. Now, true evil is as pure as innocence.
Damien Thorn: Oh my Father, Lord of Silence, Supreme God of Desolation, though mankind reviles yet aches to embrace, strengthen my purpose to save the world from a second ordeal of Jesus Christ and his grubby mundane creed. Show man instead the raptures of Thy kingdom. Infuse in him the grandeur of melancholy, the divinity of loneliness, the purity of evil, the paradise of pain.
Damien Thorn: I now command you to seek out and destroy the Nazarene child. Slay the Nazarene... and I shall reign forever. Fail... and I perish.
Peter: I love you.
Damien Thorn: Beyond all others.
Peter: Beyond all others.
Damien Thorn: Beyond life itself.
Damien Thorn: If Abraham was ready to slay his own son for the love of his God, why won't you do the same for the love of mine?
Damien Thorn: You, my disciples will truly inherit this Earth.
Damien Thorn: Nazarene, you have won... nothing.
Flora: She says its her piano and she won't have him touch it. He's an oaf. He can't read. He's ignorant.
Stewart: He wants to improve himself. And you'll be able to play it. Teach him how to look after it. You can't go on like this. We're a family now. We all make sacrifices and so will you! You will teach him and I will see to it.
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