Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

REX: I can't help it!
I find their lack of armor disturbing.
(TRIXIE READING)
(CHEERING)
Whoo! That was fun.
Tuesday, around 3:30.
- Give us some muscle. - You're a bruiser, aren't ya, lad?
History.
It is as plain as the horn on your face.
TRIXIE: Well, you never know.
Suit yourself. See you later.
(GIGGLING)
Do you have the battle gogs in "flame"?
(CHUCKLES)
The symmetry of a ceratopsid and such strong anterior protuberi.
(SIGHS) You seem to have everything.
Okay.
Let the battle begin.
But I am a Battlesaur.
There is no escape, Trixie of the Bonn-Ye tribe.
Santa Woody, Villager,
(CREAKING)
There you go, sweetheart. Enjoy.
Disgust