Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(static and distorted chatter over radio)
♪ ♪
Shit.
Looks like some overhang.
We're developing a new drug, Paleodioxin,
Oh. (chuckles)
You can't walk.
It found us.
(urinating)
-(clears throat) -(handcuffs click)
-ZORA: Here, take this! -REUBEN: I got it. I got it.
Okay.
-Take the helm. Take the helm. -Grab her, grab her, grab her.
this far out with a little kid?
(all straining)
Thank you.
Oh, no! No, no, no, no! No, no, no! Come on!
♪ ♪
-That worked. That worked. -(LeClerc speaking French)
But why... why near the equator?
Dad!
Maybe we can, but, Z, we're talking about
Find the power button!
And... I'll keep it safe with me.
we already have the capacity to annihilate ourselves.
PILOT 2: I see it! Combing left!
(bellowing)
(screams)
(lively chatter in native language)
(frantic snorting)
So there was nothing you could do?
-What's our distance to target? -(groans, sighs)
Do something that matters while there's still time.
Right?
What are you talking about?
(panting)
REUBEN: He's got a gun, Teresa. No.
ISABELLA: You found us.
(chuckles) Used to be.
Because I'm thinking that...
(seagulls calling in distance)
We're losing her!
You know what I actually missed?
-I'm okay. I'm okay. -Yeah?
-Xavier's inside! -I'll get him. Get to the top.
Help me up! Help me!
KREBS: (chuckles) She has a backup plan?
Who do we give it to?
Where?
-Bella! -Come back here! Come here!
(hushed): What you're proposing is really illegal.
(sniffs)
I say we find them first and then we get out.
will die of heart disease?
-It's okay, honey. It's okay. -Wh-What is she talking about?
(mechanical creaking in distance)
-It's okay, honey. -♪ No, I won't ♪
Do we have to get a sample from an egg?
-Come on! -Save them.
(roaring)
Um... okay, I'm listening.
I'll go back down. I'll keep looking.
(grunting)
LOOMIS: There's the ocean!
(snoring)
(sniffs)
ZORA: How fast?
Can we please just hurry this along?
(dinosaurs bellowing faintly in distance)
(crunching continues)
Let's go home.
Something big sideswiped us.
(gasps)
We only carry 50 meters of anchor chain.
they left them here.
-(birds chirping) -(animals chittering)
TERESA: Bella.
Hello?!
What is it that you do at ParkerGenix?
No fins.
They're closing us down.
-Quick! Down here! -(helicopter blades whining)
Warm.
-This is the protocol. -Are you crazy?
(growling)
They could have worked or not.
Ah.
ISABELLA: What's wrong with her?
XAVIER: Come on, come on, come on.
(roaring)
(grass rustling)
(dinosaur grumbling)
Which is where you come in.
My dream is I die in a shallow sea
(panting)
Hey.
Right.
Why only two minutes? Why don't they just land?
(Zora grunting)
I suppose we could try and get it from the parent,
-TERESA: Get us out of here. -KINCAID: Wait, wait, wait.
Come on. Hey.
We have no intention of harming the animals.
The fewer people know about this, the better.
Well, according to the satellite imagery,
-(growling) -Right here!
Come on!
LOOMIS: It's attracted to light!
Yeah.
Remember, don't fire until it's within ten meters.
(whispering): Move! Come back.
(sighs)
Teresa!
in the middle of a theme park, do you?
Well, we'll just have the pilots do a low pass
LOOMIS: Oh, great.
TERESA: Those things from the boat.
(screaming)
No, no, no, honey, we've been through this.
-What the hell are you doing? -Hey!
Can you move the pitons?
(chuckles) Well, they say if you can sleep the night before,
-Dad! -Bella!
(gasps) Honey!
(car alarm approaching)
Okay. (sighs)
-(animal chitters) -(gasps)
They'll hover for exactly two minutes.
(grass rustling)
-I've got it! -(dart beeping)
(Dolores chittering)
Oh, I-I slept like a baby.
Well, they need to shut up.
That's beautiful.
(grunts, groans)
(panting)
Over here.
-(dinosaur bellowing) -(horns honking)
Look, dinosaurs are dinosaurs.
and other incompatible modern species is...
We'll make a run first thing in the morning.
(dinosaur growls)
-You good? -Good? Yeah, good.
over a hundred years for some Cretaceous-era sauropods.
It's okay.
-Maybe you should stop. -ISABELLA: Dad, please.
KREBS: Captain Kincaid.
-LOOMIS: Oh, my God. -Okay.
Don't let them leave!