Gerry: We need to switch the track! Duck! Here it comes! Yes!
Get away from her!!
Jess: Dad, are you okay?
Gerry: I'm okay honey, just stay down!
Oh no! There's more of them!
Jess: I want to get off! I want to get off!
Nima: Gerry, move!
Gerry: Here it comes again!
Phew, that was close.
Gerry: It's okay, sweetheart. We're safe now.
Gerry: Out! Get out now! Jess! Grab my hand!
Nima, help us!
Gerry: Jess! No!
It's okay, sweetheart. I've got you.
Nima: I'll use the crane!
Gerry: There's no time!
Billy: I got you!
Gerry: Thank you!
Nima: You?! What now?
Billy: Now, we go for a little ride.
Jess: Please, don't say ride.
Billy: So what did you call those things that were chasing you? Hairy-saurauses?
Gerry: Herrerasaurus, from the triassic era. Now that we've bred them, we can easily classify them as early theropod.
Billy: Oh, yeah, early theropod! That's exactly what I've been saying all these years, right Oscar?
Oscar: Where's Danny?
Billy: D'Caf? You take the chopper, I'll check the perimeter. Stay put.
Nima: HU-121, eh? I haven't seen one of these in a while. Boy, your pilot's a real slob.
Oscar: Keep your mouth shut! Don't even think about it.
Danny's, and it's jammed.
Billy: Oscar! I don't like what's going on here, man. D-caf's gun's jammed, there's a blood trail over there and he never leaves his helmet on the ground. Never!
Oscar: D'Caf is M.I.A.
Billy: M.I.A.? M.I.A.?! No way, man. He was supposed to stay with the chopper. He's got to be around here somewhere.
Oscar: Billy, you feel that?
Billy: We've already lost Bravo Team, and... and... and...
Billy: Look, we are not leaving without D'Caf! I mean, we agreed right? Oh man, I will not let you turn this into Nicaragua all over again!
Oscar: At ease! We've got a situation here! Inside the chopper, now!
Billy: Oscar, I've got no power!
Oscar: I'm on it! I got to take the other one out of the chopper first.
Try it now.
Billy: That battery's not responding. Try another one.
Did... did you see that, Oscar? I don't like when that happens! Pick up the pace!
Oscar: Try it now!
Billy: Woo ! We got power! Here we go!
Oscar: Get us out of here, Billy!
Billy: I'm trying! I'm trying!
Nima: You're a good little thief. You know that handcuffs?
Billy: So who's left?
Oscar: Dr. Sorkin and he assistant, then we get the hell out of here.
Billy: What about D'Caf?
Oscar: D'Caf's dead.
Jess: I like your tattoos.
Nima: Why don't you tell her what your tattoo's mean?
Jess: What do they mean?
Nima: Gravestones are for the people who died beside him. The skulls are for the people who died because of him. Tell us, where are you going to put D'Caf's tombstone? You running out of room.
Oscar: What did you say?
Billy: Hey, come on. It's been a long day, and everyone's just a little tense! Let's keep it together, guys.
Nima: I'm not afraid of you two!
Billy: Me? Yeah, well, I'm more of a lover than a fighter. But Oscar...
The last person who made ill advised comments on Oscars tattoos now eats his lunch through a straw sticking out of his neck!
Nima: Don't be fooled. You're in the company of killers. You're no safer than you were in the jungle.
Billy: Company of killers. Oh, that's got a nice ring to it! It could be a hit single! "Yeah! You're in the company of killers, yeah!"
Nima: You need further proof that these men are crazy? This is what they do! They hurt people and then they joke about it!
Billy: Hey, I never joke about my job. Besides, Oscar's the funny one.
Nima: Pay attention. This is how men act when they lack the courage to face themselves.
Billy: No, I like to look at myself! I mean check out this gorgeous face, who wouldn't!
Nima: I'm surprised you can see at all with your head stuck up your...