— She's… ah… tenacious.
— You have no idea.
— You will remember to wash your hands before you eat anything?
— What do you call a blind dinosaur?
— I don't know. And how?
— «Do-you-think-he-saurus». What do you call a blind dinosaur's dog?
— You got me.
— A «Do-you-think-He-saurus rex».
Stick, stupid. Fetch the stick, boy. Look at the stick. You like the stick? Go on and get it. No wonder you're extinct.
— «Keycheck space minus 0. Keychecks off, safety space minus 0». He's turning the safety systems off. Doesn't want anybody to see. Look at this next entry. It's the kicker. «White rabbit object». It did it all. With the keychecks off, the computer didn't file the keystrokes. The way to find them is to check the computer's lines of code one by one.
— How many lines of code are there?
— About two million.
— Just the two Raptors, right? You sure the third one's contained?
— Yes, unless they figure out how to open doors.
— After careful consideration, I've decided not to endorse your park.
— So have I.
— 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.
— You're married?
— Occasionally. I'm always on the lookout for a future ex-Mrs. Malcolm.