Dinosaurs (1991–1994): Season 2, Episode 5 - Endangered Species - full transcript
It's Fran and Earl's twentieth anniversary. To make it very special, Earl buys a delicacy for dinner: a species called grapdelites, who, thanks to his fellow snackers, are virtually extinct. While Earl desperately tries to keep everybody's prying paws off of his, Robbie fights to save their species.
Honey, I'm home.
Ha-ha-ha.
Aw. Mama's little helper.
I'm the baby. Gotta love me.
[Fran hums tune]
J La la-la da la-la
J Dada-dadada dadala-la?
Look what Daddy got you.
- Not Mommy, Daddy.
- From Mama?
No, no, no, no.
Mommy had nothing to do with it.
Well, she wrapped it,
but Daddy bought it with money
from his back-breaking job.
- Let's see! Let's see!
- Look!
It's one of those mutant ninja
caveman teenage thingies.
I picked it out by myself for you.
Just for you.
It's from Dad.
Ribbon! Mama got me ribbon!
Ha-ha-ha! Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mama got me ribbon!
Ribbon! Mama got me ribbon!
[TV]
♪ See what's waitin' for you
J At the Food Chain }
Da-da-ta-da.
Ho, ho. Hi, hi, hi.
I'm your greengrocer with this
week's specials at the Food Chain.
Look at these summer slugs. They're big,
they're juicy, they're slimy.
Oh! Pop 'em in your mouth.
They leave a trail down your throat.
Yum, yum.
Dollar-ninety-five a pound.
Hey, on those hot summer days,
nothing says refreshment
like frozen rat on a stick.
Mmm, boy.
My grandkids love 'em.
Whoa-ho! Beep-beep.
- [honks horn]
- Gourmet alert.
Grapdelites are back.
The sweetest-tasting, furriest
little animals in the world.
They used to be plentiful.
Now they're in short supply.
Get down here because when these
grapdelites are gone, they're gone.
Shouldn't you be on
your way to the store?
For what?
Isn't your anniversary coming up?
Yeah. So?
- Your 20th anniversary.
- Could be.
That's the grapdelite anniversary, dude.
I know that.
What makes you think I don't?
You gotta have more faith
in your old man, Charlene.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, wow. Look at that.
Hey, look at the time.
I gotta go buy a set of tires.
- Huh?
- Robbie, grapdelites. See?
Huh?
For me and your mom's anniversary.
- I got the last two.
- Great.
[Fran] Earl, is that you?
- Hide these from your mom.
- Huh?
OK, I'm coming, Fran.
Boy.
- Shouldn't you be hiding us?
- Can't you see he's thinking?
I'm reminding him of his
responsibility to his father.
Hey, I'm trying to write
a paper here, OK?
- What's your paper about?
- It's none of our business.
It's a Social Studies paper
and it's not going very well.
"Why dinosaurs rule the Earth."
"We're big."
That really bites, doesn't it?
There's no denying size allows
almost unlimited benefits.
Of course, the duality of nature
dictates that for every benefit,
there must be a cost.
Don't you agree?
- Uh, well, I, uh...
- We've lost him.
- Try an illustration.
- Why is it good to to be big?
We get to eat whoever we want.
- Uh, no offense.
- Oh, none taken.
However, if you don't
plan for the future,
there won't be any more food.
That would be the cost.
What do you mean?
There's always more food.
- That's what "more" means.
- Oh, dear.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Imagine that these are
all the grapes in the world.
Um, yeah. So?
Now, suppose that
you eat all the grapes.
Mm. OK.
- OK. Now what?
- Suppose you want grapes tomorrow.
Well, I'll go to the market
and get some.
But those were all
the grapes in the world.
- I'll eat something else.
- Well, you rule the world.
A world without grapes.
So, you're saying if we eat them all,
there won't be any more.
- Think he understands.
- An.
Hah! I can stretch that
to 500 words easy.
- Or maybe he doesn't.
- You guys can help me every day.
Or at least until
Mom and Dad's anniversary.
- Hmm?
- Oh.
[groaning]
So... Tuesday night, boys' night out.
What's it going to be?
- Hey, how about bowling?
- Bowling. Yeah!
Guess I'll keep the score again.
Roy, you could try kicking the ball
down the alley. [laughs]
Oh, yeah. That's rich.
It's tough being a tyrannosaurus.
Anyway, I'm very good at soccer.
Yeah. Hey, are you in, Earl?
Hmm, Tuesday, Tuesday...
No. That's Fran's anniversary.
Mine, too, if you think about it.
Oh. So then we'll see you at eight?
Oh, no. This is the big one.
The 20th anniversary grapdelite dinner.
- [all] Oh!
- You got grapdelites?
Yeah. Two juicy ones.
The last two they had.
I remember the days
when I was a kid,
99 cents they got for a dozen.
I paid 8.99 each.
- They can't find 'em around anymore.
- Yeah. They're a rare delicacy now,
but, boy, they are the sweetest-tasting
things in the world.
Yeah, I musta eaten
a million of them.
- Me, too.
- Me, too.
I wonder where they all went.
Hmm. We'll never know.
You might just have the
last two in the world there,
- you lucky guy.
- Sinclair!
- Uh...
In here. Now!
Uh... y-you wanted
to see me, my captain?
I hear you got your 20th
anniversary coming up, Sinclair.
How suspiciously cordial of
you to take an interest, sir.
The wife's probably looking forward
to that grapdelite dinner.
I'm sure she is, sir.
Yeah. A little wine, candlelight,
and those grapdelites are going
to taste so sweet and satisfying.
Mmm!
You and the wife'll look
each other in the eye
and tell each other
how much in love you still are.
Who knows? Maybe you'll even
take a little trip upstairs and...
- [Earl giggles]
- Ha!
[both laugh]
- It's not going to happen!
- It's not?
- I want those grapdelites!
- What?
They're my favorite food. Everybody's
out of them. You got 'em, I want 'em.
You don't give 'em to me,
I'm gonna bite off your head.
[stammers]
But I can't give them to you, sir.
They're for my wife.
If she didn't get them
she'd be very unhappy.
How much is your wife's happiness
worth to you, Sinclair?
Uhh...
Well, I see what you're
getting at there, sir...
Uh, Mr. Richfield, but no amount of
money is worth taking this from my wife.
My wife's happiness
means the world to me.
Here's 50 bucks.
It's a small world, after all.
But with all due respect, there is the
matter of my own personal dignity, sir.
You only get one 20th anniversary,
and if I sell you my grapdelites,
how much is my personal dignity worth?
I got another 23 dollars
for your personal dignity.
That should cover it. [chortles]
- Oh, and what about my self-respect?
- I think we've taken care of that.
Oh, good. [chortles]
[sighs] Thanks for everything.
I got an "F".
- Oh, careful.
- Hey.
- Huh? Oh, sorry. I didn't see you.
- You first.
- Oh, he seems distressed.
- I hope it's nothing we've done.
"Why dinosaurs rule the Earth."
I wrote an essay about
what you said about
how we're too wise to eat all the
grapes. Look what the teacher wrote.
"There will always be more
grapes. That's what 'more' means."
[both gasp] An "F".
But just because the teacher doesn't
understand doesn't mean you've failed.
Stanley Kravitz got an "A".
- What did he write?
- He wrote "Because we're big."
That was my answer. I had the right
answer and I let you talk me out of it.
- Why did I let you talk me out of it?
- Because it's wrong.
Yeah, but the teacher thinks it's right.
What if the teacher's wrong?
Yeah, right.
What if the teacher's wrong?
I try that on my parents all
the time and it never works.
The teacher said there would always
be enough grapes, enough everything.
Then she called me a radical!
But there's not always going
to be enough of everything.
Leave me alone. I already flunked once
and that's what I get for
letting food do my homework.
[both gasp]
- Robbie! We're the last two grapes.
- What?
That's why they can't find any
more of us. There aren't any.
We're the last of our kind.
- Uh, how can that be?
- Because we're delicious.
[both laugh]
My parents will eat you tomorrow night.
There won't be any more of you.
Oh, boy. What a blow to your teacher.
You guys should try to
escape or something.
No, we need to help you with your paper.
It's very important.
This is your last night on Earth. Forget
the paper. The assignment is over.
- Not if you don't know the answer yet.
- No, no. Here, Robbie. Try it again.
- OK.
- Now, why do dinosaurs rule the Earth?
- Mmm.
- Why?
[Earl] Robbie!
- Uh-oh.
- That's your father.
- Happy anniversary.
- Shh.
Uh... [clears throat]
Robbie, give me the grapdelites.
Uh...
[grapdelites] Shh!
[Robbie] One minute the grapdelites were
here, the next they were gone.
I guess they must have
run into the woods.
- Why do you always do this to me?
- I can't breathe, Dad.
- Yeah, yeah. We all got problems.
- Oh, please.
[Robbie coughs]
See... So they got away.
If Mom could see how upset you are,
she'd know how much
you wanted her to have them
and how much you love her.
That's the only present she'll need.
That's the only present she's gonna get.
I sold the grapdelites
to Mr. Richfield for 73 bucks.
You sold Mom's anniversary gift?
- He was gonna bite off my head.
- Dad, where's your self-respect?
I had to throw that in
to close the deal.
Aw, gee.
Now they're running around unprotected.
I've got to find those
poor little sweet creatures
before somebody else eats them for free.
OK, OK, OK. Yeah.
Your father seems to be
under a lot of stress.
- It's because of us, you know.
- Yeah.
- Perhaps we should turn ourselves in.
- No!
- One cannot avoid one's destiny.
- One can try.
Your whole species is at stake.
Why am I the only one
willing to fight for it?
Perhaps that is your destiny.
You seem to have a keen
sense of moral responsibility.
One who runs from responsibility
can only become
a slave to shallow and
materialistic goals.
- Ahal
- Aha!
Shh.
Dad promised me
a dollar if I found them.
- Ha!
- [sighs]
3 I get the dollar?
Yeah. I'll give you two dollars if you
keep your mouth shut, OK?
I'm sure if you'd go 2,
Dad would go 3.
- Ahh...
- Who are you?
- We're the grapdelites. Who are you?
- Oh, I'm the baby. Gotta love me!
- Aw. Pleased to meet you. [laughs]
- Let's play.
Ooh! The innocence of children.
- Ha-ha-ha!
- Ooh!
The unbridled spirit of youth.
- Yeah.
- Ooh!
Give me that!
Here's what it feels like.
Hey! Hey! Ha-ha-ha! Again!
- What?
- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Oh! Ha-ha! Again!
Seven, eight, nine, ten. OK, here.
- Easiest money I ever made.
- Yeah, yeah, fine. Just get out.
- Bye.
- [Baby] Bye.
Ugh!
I don't know what came over me.
I love children.
- Do you have any?
- What?
Children. Hey, you could keep the
species alive if you had children.
I mean, you know, provided that
one of you guys is a girl.
Not that you don't have a really nice
figure, whichever one of you...
- ...might be a girl.
- I'm the female.
Why don't you have children?
He's never even asked me out to dinner.
There's no time for dinner.
You are dinner.
- Time is not the issue.
- We don't believe this is a safe world
- to bring up children.
- Especially delicious children.
Maybe we could make it
safer for you and your children.
Before me, nobody knew
what you guys had to offer.
I could tell other dinosaurs.
- His optimism is encouraging.
- Mm. But is it justified?
Who should I tell first?
Ooh, how about your father?
Uh... No.
What are our chances if you
can't convince your own father?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Here, little grapdelites.
Come on, you little furry fellas.
My boss wants to meet you. [chuckles]
Dad, I've got something for you.
[gasps] Robbie, you found them!
Way to save your dad's life!
Dad, your grapdelites are
the last two in the world.
- You can't give them to Mr. Richfield.
- But, Robbie, he paid for them.
- They belong to him. Really.
- But they're not just food.
They know stuff.
The world will be worse off
when they're gone.
Why?
They showed me that there are other
creatures in the world that are,
maybe not as important as dinosaurs,
but it's important that they be here.
And you believe that?
They trust us to
do the right thing, Dad.
[groans]
You try to make a couple extra bucks
for your family and what do you get?
A burning moral dilemma from your son.
How dare he put this on me?
Well... Perhaps it's
just that he believes in you.
How do you know?
Well, you know how he feels about us,
and still he gave us to you willingly.
- Willingly.
- Yes.
If that doesn't show faith,
I don't know what does.
- Food for thought.
- Thought from food.
Are you guys really going extinct?
[yawning]
Any minute now.
Yes.
Oh, yeah. I have a big decision
to make here, huh?
- Mm-hm.
- Uh-huh.
I hate those.
Sinclair! Entrer with the entree.
OK, you guys. Get back in the box.
Come on, watch your heads.
[snarling]
Hurry up, Sinclair!
I'm salivating all over my desk!
...I'm sorry, Mr. Richfield.
[stammers] I've decided that
these grapdelites are not for sale.
- What?
- Here's your money back.
Sinclair, you dog. You got the
nerve to put the squeeze on me?
I like it! I respect it!
Name your new price.
There is no price.
You stink at this, Sinclair!
These are the last two
grapdelites on Earth.
If you eat 'em,
there aren't any more. Forever.
So, I'm sorry if you're angry,
but I've made my decision.
Angry? Well, I'm not angry, Sinclair.
I'm appalled.
I had no idea.
Then... you understand?
Oh! I am deeply touched by the sad
plight of these poor, poor creatures.
I want to help 'em!
Well, that's not necessary, sir.
I'll just take them home
So my son can protect them.
Well, Your son may be well-intentioned,
but he, like you,
is a simple individual,
and you simple individuals
do not have the vast resources
to accomplish good in the world.
Well, who does?
Corporations, such as this one.
Good can only happen in this world
when individuals put their
trust in corporations.
We'll take care of your little friends.
Gosh, Mr. Richfield,
corporations really do that?
- Corporations do.
- So, what do I do?
Hand them to me.
Ahh...
You've done the right thing.
Um, buy yourself something nice.
Thank you, sir.
[cackles]
Gee, who'd have ever thought
a corporation could be
compassionate and caring?
- [erunching]
- [gasps]
[gasps]
[cackles]
"Why dinosaurs rule the Earth."
Hmm.
- [eracking]
- Huh?
- [gurgling]
- What?
Am I goin' crazy? Huh?
Wha...
Oh, my...
Wow!
- [babies gurgle]
- Oh!
Robbie...
Dad, come here. Check this out.
- Ooh!
- [Robbie laughs]
Huh?
Ooh. Daddy?
I promise.
- Happy anniversary, Fran.
- Happy anniversary, Earl.
Oh!
Aw...
Coochie-coo.
Babies. Babies.
[babies munch]
Ha-ha-ha.
Aw. Mama's little helper.
I'm the baby. Gotta love me.
[Fran hums tune]
J La la-la da la-la
J Dada-dadada dadala-la?
Look what Daddy got you.
- Not Mommy, Daddy.
- From Mama?
No, no, no, no.
Mommy had nothing to do with it.
Well, she wrapped it,
but Daddy bought it with money
from his back-breaking job.
- Let's see! Let's see!
- Look!
It's one of those mutant ninja
caveman teenage thingies.
I picked it out by myself for you.
Just for you.
It's from Dad.
Ribbon! Mama got me ribbon!
Ha-ha-ha! Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mama got me ribbon!
Ribbon! Mama got me ribbon!
[TV]
♪ See what's waitin' for you
J At the Food Chain }
Da-da-ta-da.
Ho, ho. Hi, hi, hi.
I'm your greengrocer with this
week's specials at the Food Chain.
Look at these summer slugs. They're big,
they're juicy, they're slimy.
Oh! Pop 'em in your mouth.
They leave a trail down your throat.
Yum, yum.
Dollar-ninety-five a pound.
Hey, on those hot summer days,
nothing says refreshment
like frozen rat on a stick.
Mmm, boy.
My grandkids love 'em.
Whoa-ho! Beep-beep.
- [honks horn]
- Gourmet alert.
Grapdelites are back.
The sweetest-tasting, furriest
little animals in the world.
They used to be plentiful.
Now they're in short supply.
Get down here because when these
grapdelites are gone, they're gone.
Shouldn't you be on
your way to the store?
For what?
Isn't your anniversary coming up?
Yeah. So?
- Your 20th anniversary.
- Could be.
That's the grapdelite anniversary, dude.
I know that.
What makes you think I don't?
You gotta have more faith
in your old man, Charlene.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, wow. Look at that.
Hey, look at the time.
I gotta go buy a set of tires.
- Huh?
- Robbie, grapdelites. See?
Huh?
For me and your mom's anniversary.
- I got the last two.
- Great.
[Fran] Earl, is that you?
- Hide these from your mom.
- Huh?
OK, I'm coming, Fran.
Boy.
- Shouldn't you be hiding us?
- Can't you see he's thinking?
I'm reminding him of his
responsibility to his father.
Hey, I'm trying to write
a paper here, OK?
- What's your paper about?
- It's none of our business.
It's a Social Studies paper
and it's not going very well.
"Why dinosaurs rule the Earth."
"We're big."
That really bites, doesn't it?
There's no denying size allows
almost unlimited benefits.
Of course, the duality of nature
dictates that for every benefit,
there must be a cost.
Don't you agree?
- Uh, well, I, uh...
- We've lost him.
- Try an illustration.
- Why is it good to to be big?
We get to eat whoever we want.
- Uh, no offense.
- Oh, none taken.
However, if you don't
plan for the future,
there won't be any more food.
That would be the cost.
What do you mean?
There's always more food.
- That's what "more" means.
- Oh, dear.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Imagine that these are
all the grapes in the world.
Um, yeah. So?
Now, suppose that
you eat all the grapes.
Mm. OK.
- OK. Now what?
- Suppose you want grapes tomorrow.
Well, I'll go to the market
and get some.
But those were all
the grapes in the world.
- I'll eat something else.
- Well, you rule the world.
A world without grapes.
So, you're saying if we eat them all,
there won't be any more.
- Think he understands.
- An.
Hah! I can stretch that
to 500 words easy.
- Or maybe he doesn't.
- You guys can help me every day.
Or at least until
Mom and Dad's anniversary.
- Hmm?
- Oh.
[groaning]
So... Tuesday night, boys' night out.
What's it going to be?
- Hey, how about bowling?
- Bowling. Yeah!
Guess I'll keep the score again.
Roy, you could try kicking the ball
down the alley. [laughs]
Oh, yeah. That's rich.
It's tough being a tyrannosaurus.
Anyway, I'm very good at soccer.
Yeah. Hey, are you in, Earl?
Hmm, Tuesday, Tuesday...
No. That's Fran's anniversary.
Mine, too, if you think about it.
Oh. So then we'll see you at eight?
Oh, no. This is the big one.
The 20th anniversary grapdelite dinner.
- [all] Oh!
- You got grapdelites?
Yeah. Two juicy ones.
The last two they had.
I remember the days
when I was a kid,
99 cents they got for a dozen.
I paid 8.99 each.
- They can't find 'em around anymore.
- Yeah. They're a rare delicacy now,
but, boy, they are the sweetest-tasting
things in the world.
Yeah, I musta eaten
a million of them.
- Me, too.
- Me, too.
I wonder where they all went.
Hmm. We'll never know.
You might just have the
last two in the world there,
- you lucky guy.
- Sinclair!
- Uh...
In here. Now!
Uh... y-you wanted
to see me, my captain?
I hear you got your 20th
anniversary coming up, Sinclair.
How suspiciously cordial of
you to take an interest, sir.
The wife's probably looking forward
to that grapdelite dinner.
I'm sure she is, sir.
Yeah. A little wine, candlelight,
and those grapdelites are going
to taste so sweet and satisfying.
Mmm!
You and the wife'll look
each other in the eye
and tell each other
how much in love you still are.
Who knows? Maybe you'll even
take a little trip upstairs and...
- [Earl giggles]
- Ha!
[both laugh]
- It's not going to happen!
- It's not?
- I want those grapdelites!
- What?
They're my favorite food. Everybody's
out of them. You got 'em, I want 'em.
You don't give 'em to me,
I'm gonna bite off your head.
[stammers]
But I can't give them to you, sir.
They're for my wife.
If she didn't get them
she'd be very unhappy.
How much is your wife's happiness
worth to you, Sinclair?
Uhh...
Well, I see what you're
getting at there, sir...
Uh, Mr. Richfield, but no amount of
money is worth taking this from my wife.
My wife's happiness
means the world to me.
Here's 50 bucks.
It's a small world, after all.
But with all due respect, there is the
matter of my own personal dignity, sir.
You only get one 20th anniversary,
and if I sell you my grapdelites,
how much is my personal dignity worth?
I got another 23 dollars
for your personal dignity.
That should cover it. [chortles]
- Oh, and what about my self-respect?
- I think we've taken care of that.
Oh, good. [chortles]
[sighs] Thanks for everything.
I got an "F".
- Oh, careful.
- Hey.
- Huh? Oh, sorry. I didn't see you.
- You first.
- Oh, he seems distressed.
- I hope it's nothing we've done.
"Why dinosaurs rule the Earth."
I wrote an essay about
what you said about
how we're too wise to eat all the
grapes. Look what the teacher wrote.
"There will always be more
grapes. That's what 'more' means."
[both gasp] An "F".
But just because the teacher doesn't
understand doesn't mean you've failed.
Stanley Kravitz got an "A".
- What did he write?
- He wrote "Because we're big."
That was my answer. I had the right
answer and I let you talk me out of it.
- Why did I let you talk me out of it?
- Because it's wrong.
Yeah, but the teacher thinks it's right.
What if the teacher's wrong?
Yeah, right.
What if the teacher's wrong?
I try that on my parents all
the time and it never works.
The teacher said there would always
be enough grapes, enough everything.
Then she called me a radical!
But there's not always going
to be enough of everything.
Leave me alone. I already flunked once
and that's what I get for
letting food do my homework.
[both gasp]
- Robbie! We're the last two grapes.
- What?
That's why they can't find any
more of us. There aren't any.
We're the last of our kind.
- Uh, how can that be?
- Because we're delicious.
[both laugh]
My parents will eat you tomorrow night.
There won't be any more of you.
Oh, boy. What a blow to your teacher.
You guys should try to
escape or something.
No, we need to help you with your paper.
It's very important.
This is your last night on Earth. Forget
the paper. The assignment is over.
- Not if you don't know the answer yet.
- No, no. Here, Robbie. Try it again.
- OK.
- Now, why do dinosaurs rule the Earth?
- Mmm.
- Why?
[Earl] Robbie!
- Uh-oh.
- That's your father.
- Happy anniversary.
- Shh.
Uh... [clears throat]
Robbie, give me the grapdelites.
Uh...
[grapdelites] Shh!
[Robbie] One minute the grapdelites were
here, the next they were gone.
I guess they must have
run into the woods.
- Why do you always do this to me?
- I can't breathe, Dad.
- Yeah, yeah. We all got problems.
- Oh, please.
[Robbie coughs]
See... So they got away.
If Mom could see how upset you are,
she'd know how much
you wanted her to have them
and how much you love her.
That's the only present she'll need.
That's the only present she's gonna get.
I sold the grapdelites
to Mr. Richfield for 73 bucks.
You sold Mom's anniversary gift?
- He was gonna bite off my head.
- Dad, where's your self-respect?
I had to throw that in
to close the deal.
Aw, gee.
Now they're running around unprotected.
I've got to find those
poor little sweet creatures
before somebody else eats them for free.
OK, OK, OK. Yeah.
Your father seems to be
under a lot of stress.
- It's because of us, you know.
- Yeah.
- Perhaps we should turn ourselves in.
- No!
- One cannot avoid one's destiny.
- One can try.
Your whole species is at stake.
Why am I the only one
willing to fight for it?
Perhaps that is your destiny.
You seem to have a keen
sense of moral responsibility.
One who runs from responsibility
can only become
a slave to shallow and
materialistic goals.
- Ahal
- Aha!
Shh.
Dad promised me
a dollar if I found them.
- Ha!
- [sighs]
3 I get the dollar?
Yeah. I'll give you two dollars if you
keep your mouth shut, OK?
I'm sure if you'd go 2,
Dad would go 3.
- Ahh...
- Who are you?
- We're the grapdelites. Who are you?
- Oh, I'm the baby. Gotta love me!
- Aw. Pleased to meet you. [laughs]
- Let's play.
Ooh! The innocence of children.
- Ha-ha-ha!
- Ooh!
The unbridled spirit of youth.
- Yeah.
- Ooh!
Give me that!
Here's what it feels like.
Hey! Hey! Ha-ha-ha! Again!
- What?
- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Oh! Ha-ha! Again!
Seven, eight, nine, ten. OK, here.
- Easiest money I ever made.
- Yeah, yeah, fine. Just get out.
- Bye.
- [Baby] Bye.
Ugh!
I don't know what came over me.
I love children.
- Do you have any?
- What?
Children. Hey, you could keep the
species alive if you had children.
I mean, you know, provided that
one of you guys is a girl.
Not that you don't have a really nice
figure, whichever one of you...
- ...might be a girl.
- I'm the female.
Why don't you have children?
He's never even asked me out to dinner.
There's no time for dinner.
You are dinner.
- Time is not the issue.
- We don't believe this is a safe world
- to bring up children.
- Especially delicious children.
Maybe we could make it
safer for you and your children.
Before me, nobody knew
what you guys had to offer.
I could tell other dinosaurs.
- His optimism is encouraging.
- Mm. But is it justified?
Who should I tell first?
Ooh, how about your father?
Uh... No.
What are our chances if you
can't convince your own father?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Here, little grapdelites.
Come on, you little furry fellas.
My boss wants to meet you. [chuckles]
Dad, I've got something for you.
[gasps] Robbie, you found them!
Way to save your dad's life!
Dad, your grapdelites are
the last two in the world.
- You can't give them to Mr. Richfield.
- But, Robbie, he paid for them.
- They belong to him. Really.
- But they're not just food.
They know stuff.
The world will be worse off
when they're gone.
Why?
They showed me that there are other
creatures in the world that are,
maybe not as important as dinosaurs,
but it's important that they be here.
And you believe that?
They trust us to
do the right thing, Dad.
[groans]
You try to make a couple extra bucks
for your family and what do you get?
A burning moral dilemma from your son.
How dare he put this on me?
Well... Perhaps it's
just that he believes in you.
How do you know?
Well, you know how he feels about us,
and still he gave us to you willingly.
- Willingly.
- Yes.
If that doesn't show faith,
I don't know what does.
- Food for thought.
- Thought from food.
Are you guys really going extinct?
[yawning]
Any minute now.
Yes.
Oh, yeah. I have a big decision
to make here, huh?
- Mm-hm.
- Uh-huh.
I hate those.
Sinclair! Entrer with the entree.
OK, you guys. Get back in the box.
Come on, watch your heads.
[snarling]
Hurry up, Sinclair!
I'm salivating all over my desk!
...I'm sorry, Mr. Richfield.
[stammers] I've decided that
these grapdelites are not for sale.
- What?
- Here's your money back.
Sinclair, you dog. You got the
nerve to put the squeeze on me?
I like it! I respect it!
Name your new price.
There is no price.
You stink at this, Sinclair!
These are the last two
grapdelites on Earth.
If you eat 'em,
there aren't any more. Forever.
So, I'm sorry if you're angry,
but I've made my decision.
Angry? Well, I'm not angry, Sinclair.
I'm appalled.
I had no idea.
Then... you understand?
Oh! I am deeply touched by the sad
plight of these poor, poor creatures.
I want to help 'em!
Well, that's not necessary, sir.
I'll just take them home
So my son can protect them.
Well, Your son may be well-intentioned,
but he, like you,
is a simple individual,
and you simple individuals
do not have the vast resources
to accomplish good in the world.
Well, who does?
Corporations, such as this one.
Good can only happen in this world
when individuals put their
trust in corporations.
We'll take care of your little friends.
Gosh, Mr. Richfield,
corporations really do that?
- Corporations do.
- So, what do I do?
Hand them to me.
Ahh...
You've done the right thing.
Um, buy yourself something nice.
Thank you, sir.
[cackles]
Gee, who'd have ever thought
a corporation could be
compassionate and caring?
- [erunching]
- [gasps]
[gasps]
[cackles]
"Why dinosaurs rule the Earth."
Hmm.
- [eracking]
- Huh?
- [gurgling]
- What?
Am I goin' crazy? Huh?
Wha...
Oh, my...
Wow!
- [babies gurgle]
- Oh!
Robbie...
Dad, come here. Check this out.
- Ooh!
- [Robbie laughs]
Huh?
Ooh. Daddy?
I promise.
- Happy anniversary, Fran.
- Happy anniversary, Earl.
Oh!
Aw...
Coochie-coo.
Babies. Babies.
[babies munch]