T-Rex: Look, English, I love you and you've got a lot of good words and we've had some fun sentences together, but baby, BABY, we can't keep going on like this.

T-Rex: You can't keep wasting AMAZING PHRASES on ridiculously boring things!

T-Rex: You could've been naming DOOMSDAY DEVICES and MYSTERIOUS TOMES and SPACESHIPS, but yet you waste the incredible name "Omega Three" on an UNSATURATED FAT? Come on. COME ON! Imagine a mad scientist announcing he's holding the world hostage with his OMEGA THREE BOMB. Imagine a good scientist announcing a spaceship powered by her mysterious chemical, OMEGA THREE! But now that'll never happen, because you shot your shot on a FATTY ACID.

Utahraptor: Acid is still a little cool.
T-Rex: It's not even the kind that eats through steel!

T-Rex: I just can't get past it. We could live in a world in which Omega Three suggested an even more powerful Omega Four, whispered to be able to rend the very fabric of spacetime herself?? But no, no, it's just a pill that smells like fish. God, you know what? That's it. I'm done. SORRY ENGLISH, IT'S OVER.

Narrator: LATER:
T-Rex: Merde, les Français l'appelent «oméga trois» aussi??