T-Rex: So then, today is a good day for learning to play the piano!

T-Rex: For such a skilled dinosaur as myself, it should be simple!
Narrator: 〚with an arrow pointing at T-Rex's arm〛 tiny arms (plot point)

T-Rex: Besides, nothing says "cultured" like playing the piano!
Dromiceiomimus: Hey, if you learn to play the piano, does that mean you'll stop stomping on things?
T-Rex: No, I feel I can do both.

Utahraptor: But T-Rex, you can't play the piano!
T-Rex: What?
T-Rex: Why not?

Utahraptor: Well, uh - it's just that your arms are too tiny to possibly reach the keys. I'm, uh (this is awkward) - I'm sorry, T-Rex, but this is one dream of yours that will be thwarted by your own body.
T-Rex: 〚small〛 But
Utahraptor: I'm sorry.

Narrator: EARLIER THAT MORNING...
T-Rex: I bet if I could play the piano I would finally be happy with myself!