(Earl calls Mr. Richfield about the Dinosaurs' impending doom)
Mr. Richfield: What are you whining about now, Sinclair?!
Earl: Sir, I think we may have gone just an eensie bit too far this time.
Mr. Richfield: I don't know what you're talking about. This sudden coldsnap is a godsend. Dinosaurs are flocking to stores buying WESAYSO heaters, WESAYSO blankets and WESAYSO old-fashioned hot cocoa mix! (chuckles) We're going to have the best third quarter in history!
Earl: Uh...sir, I think this could be the last third quarter in history.
Mr. Richfield: Oh, don't turn into one of those environmental doomsayers, Sinclair. "Boo-hoo!" "It's raining acid!" "There's a hole in the ozone!" "You're hurting Flipper!" Bah! Bunch of tree-hugging pantywastes! They're always standing in the way of progress and it's our job to pave right over 'em!
Earl: I think you're missing the point, sir. The world may be coming to an end!
Mr. Richfield: Well, that's a fourth quarter problem. We'll drop a bomb on that bridge when we come to it! Right now, my biggest problem is trying to figure out what to do with all this money!
(Mr. Richfield starts to laugh wildly in his greed, and Earl shivers)