Hammond: Don't worry, I'm not making the same mistakes again!
: No, no, you're making all new ones.
Malcolm: What were you expecting to see?
Nick Van Owen: Maybe... Uh... Big iguanas...
Tembo: This is a game trail, Mr. Ludlow. Carnivores hunt on game trails. You want to set up basecamp, or a buffet?
Ludlow: Let's find a new spot, shall we? Over and out.
Tembo: Peter, if you want me to run your little camping trip, there are two conditions: firstly, I'm in charge, and when I'm not around, Dieter is. All you need to do is sign the cheques, tell us we're doing a good job and open your case of scotch when we have a good day. Second condition, my fee. You can keep it. All I want in exchange for my services is the right to hunt one of the Tyrannosaurs. A male, a buck, only. How and why are my business. Now if you don't like either of those two conditions, you're on your own. So go ahead, set up basecamp right here, or in a swamp or in the middle of a Rex nest for all I care. But I've been on too many safaris with rich dentists, to listen to any more suicidal ideas. Okay?