The two teams began their long trek towards the operation's building. In the middle of another rainstorm, Nick walked past Dieter, muttering, "Excuse me, cowboy." Nick walked up to Roland. "You want some gum?" Roland looked at him, and politely declined. "You seem like you have a shred of common sense." Nick said. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Somewhere on this island is the greatest predator that ever lived." Roland said. "The second greatest predator must take him down."
"You're gonna use that?" Nick pointed to Rolland's Holland & Holland double rifle.
"If he doesn't surrender, yes." Roland said.
"Let me see it for a second." Nick said, grabbing the barrels.
"Nope." Roland said, pulling the rifle away from him.
Nick chuckled. "The animal exists on the, uh, planet for the first time in tens of millions of years, and the only way you can express yourself is to kill it?"
"Remember those two chaps about twenty years ago? I forget their names." Roland said, "Flew the first non-stop flight across the Atlantic Ocean. They came down, and they were asked, "Why did you go up there to die?" and they said "We didn't. We went up there to live."
Malcolm, holding Kelly close to his side, came up to Ludlow, saying "Say, I haven't had a chance to wish you luck on your new business venture. You're off to a promising start."
"My team is intact, Doctor." Ludlow said. "I'm sorry for the loss of your man. You know, it's very easy to criticize someone who generates an idea, someone who assumes all the risk."
"When you try to sound like Hammond," Malcolm said, "it just comes off like a hustle. I mean, it's not your fault. They say talent skips a generation, so, uh, hey, I'm sure your kids are gonna be sharp as tacks."
"Hammond's reach exceeded his grasp." Ludlow said. "Mine does not."
"Taking dinosaurs off this island is the worst idea," Malcolm said, "in the long, sad history of bad ideas. And I'm gonna be there when you learn that."