— Our scientists have done things which nobody has ever done before.
— But your scientists were so preoccupied with whether they could, they didn't stop to think if they should.
— But it ought to be me, really, going.
— Why?
— I'm a... And you're a...
— Look. Come on, let's go. We can discuss sexism in survival situations when I get back.
— No, we've made living biological attractions so astounding that they'll capture the imagination of the entire planet.
— So, what are you thinking?
— That we're out of a job.
— Don't you mean «extinct»?
— We were saving that.
— For today, I guarantee it.
But you need that piece over here, and that piece... We'll have landed by the time you get it right.
— Dr. Sattler, Dr. Grant, you've heard of Chaos Theory?
— No.
— No? Non-linear equations? Strange attractors? I refuse to believe that you aren't familiar with the concept of attraction.
— I bring scientists. You bring a rock star.
— After careful consideration, I've decided not to endorse your park.
— So have I.
It is absolutely imperative that we work with the Costa Rican Department of Biological Preserves to establish a set of rules for the preservation and isolation of that island. These creatures require our absence to survive, not our help. And if we could only step aside and trust in nature, life will find a way.
— Why don't you come down, just the pair of you, for the weekend? I'd love to have an opinion of a paleobotanist as well. I've got a jet standing by at Choteau.
— I'm sorry. This isn't possible. We just dug up a new skeleton...
— I could compensate you by fully funding your dig...
— This is a very unusual time.
— The timing is... for a further three years.
— Where's the plane?