Narrator: WE JOIN T-REX AFTER THE EYE DOCTOR HAS TOLD HIM HE MIGHT NEED GLASSES:
T-Rex: The eye doctor has told me I might need glasses!
T-Rex: Me! Glasses!
T-Rex: Man, glasses are gonna cramp my style. I'm not a glasses dude! I'm a NON-GLASSES dude!
Dromiceiomimus: I don't know - maybe they'll look fetching on you!
T-Rex: Perhaps! But still, my style will be totally CRAMPED.
Utahraptor: What style do you have that can be "cramped", T-Rex?
T-Rex: Plenty!
T-Rex: Sleeping face down style! Rubbing my eyelids with the palms of my hand style! Glasses would interfere with BOTH these activities.
Utahraptor: I've never seen you do either of those things. Besides, if the biggest worry you have in your life is glasses, then I think you're doing pretty well!
Narrator: T-REX IS SUDDENLY REMINDED OF SOMETHING MORE IMPORTANT TO WORRY ABOUT:
T-Rex: Shit!
T-Rex: Global warming!!
