T-Rex: How come none of you guys have described me as an "elite professional" yet? It's really weird!

T-Rex: IT'S REALLY WEIRD BECAUSE I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS??

T-Rex: Aren't friends supposed to be honest with each other, Dromiceiomimus?
Dromiceiomimus: Um... yeah, they are.
T-Rex: Oh, I see how it is! You don't really think I'm an elite professional, do you?
Dromiceiomimus: I'm... not even sure what it is you do?

Utahraptor: T-Rex, you are an elite professional.
T-Rex: THANK you!

Utahraptor: Now for the rest of eternity we can never say you were first described as an elite professional naturally: you had to ask - beg, really - for it.
T-Rex: Wait wait, I take it back!! Forget I asked anything! Describe me that way only if you feel like it!
Utahraptor: Too late!!

Narrator: LATER:
T-Rex: Dear audio diary: today I made another problem that can only be fixed by time machines!! AGAIN. It's like - my special skill?
T-Rex: Still looking for a friend whose special skill is inventing and then giving away time machines, diary.