Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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