T-Rex: I have a new life goal: to become a hairdresser!

T-Rex: Scratch that: to become the BEST HAIRDRESSER EVER!

Dromiceiomimus: But T-Rex, um, you and I don't really have -
T-Rex: Before you go any further, let me clarify that I'll be a hairdresser for MAMMALS. These guys have ALL SORTS of hair coming out of ALL SORTS of places. I'll trim it and they'll say "Wow, this hair cut has made me a WAY better looking mammal! Thanks for trimming the hair off my head, sweat glands and mammaries!"

Utahraptor: I don't understand why you keep lusting after these doomed careers, my friend!
T-Rex: Explain!

Utahraptor: You have no hair and want to be a hairdresser. You have stubby arms and want to be a boxer. Why not get a job that plays to your strengths?
T-Rex: Utahraptor! I have nothing BUT strengths!
Utahraptor: Okay, fine, enjoy your hairdressing. You just stepped on one of your customers.

T-Rex: Dear diary!
T-Rex: My new job is getting... a little hairy.