T-Rex: There's a house to stomp...
T-Rex: STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
T-Rex: Wait, I've been here before... it's the Tyrone residence! Mr. Tyrone is arguing with his sons again...
House: Another shot in the arm!
House: Cut out that kind of talk!
House: Hold your foul tongue and your rotten Broadway loafer's lingo!
Dromiceiomimus: They're always arguing!
T-Rex: And there's Mrs. Tyrone, wandering aimlessly. I could stomp her, too...
Utahraptor: No, DON'T!
T-Rex: Why shouldn't I stomp them all?
Utahraptor: Because the Tyrones will be more miserable if you let them live.
T-Rex: Oh.
