Eustreptospondylus, discovered in England

Someday I think I'll be a paleontologist. Dinosaurs, yeah, dinosaurs are cool. I love dinosaurs. My dream as a child was to be a stegosaurus. (I have yet to achieve this goal.) But even more than that, I love making Jurassic Park references.
So I imagine my team will grow quite frustrated with me after a while. I'll be digging something up and directly quote the dig scene from the first bit of the movie. I'll start talking to someone about velociraptors and use the morbid "velociraptors will kill you, you know. And it'll hurt," speech he uses to terrify the kid. (I always wondered why he was there, anyways.) But we'll be digging up a eustreptospondylus or something. (That's my favourite dinosaur, in case anyone's curious.) My team of highly skilled paleontologists would become fed up with me almost immediately. For a while they would just look at me and shake their heads, but after about a week they would surround me as I spoke, and hold out their little spades.
"One more quote," they would say in worrying unison, "and you will regret it." I would stare, and blink. "We all have these little spades, see." I would continue digging, suspecting only a bit that they planned to kill me in my sleep. I would respond then, "If you don't kill me, someone else will. Because NATURE WILL FIND A WAY!"

I think that'll be the end of me.

I think I shouldn't be a paleontologist.