Jurassic Park III Page #5

The truck driver wanted|to knock my lights out.

I miss fishing.

ALAN:
Mr. Kirby?

ERIC:
That lady you called. Who is she?

How do you know that she can help us?

She's the one person|I could always count on. I owe her a lot.

-I don't think I ever told her that.|-You should.

You hear that?

The ocean.

They want the eggs.

Otherwise, we'd be dead already.

ALAN:
Everybody get down.|She's challenging us.

She thinks you stole the eggs.

PAUL:
Get behind me.

[Hissing]

Give me the eggs.

[Yelping]

Do it, Mum.

[Screeching noise]

No. Call for help.

[Rumble approaching]

[Fluttering]

PAUL:
That's a helicopter.

MAN:
Dr. Grant?

MAN:
Dr. Alan Grant?|AMANDA: Stop!

ALL:
That's a very bad idea!

MAN:
Second squad, move!|ERIC: Wow!

You have to thank her now.|She sent the Navy and the Marines.

God bless you, Ellie.

-Dr. Grant, is this man with you?|-What?

You made it.

Yeah.

I rescued your hat.

MAN:
Dr. Grant, we need to go now!|ALAN: Oh, yeah.

Well, that's the important thing.

MAN:
Dr. Grant!

Can I getyou to sit here|and buckle up, sir?

MAN ON RADIO:
Sea Shadow|to Dust Storm, six souls on board.

Dust Storm to Sea Shadow, roger.

PILOT:
What the hell is that?

ERIC:
Dr. Grant, look!

Where do you think they're going?

I don't know. Maybe just looking|for new nesting grounds.

It's a whole new world for them.

I dare them to nest in Enid, Oklahoma.

Let's go home.

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