I will watch this movie and cry at the end.

Barney's strange. Inevitably, every time someone is exposed to it, they'll tolerate or like it to a degree, then be hit with a sudden wave of violent revulsion for the dyed dino. But tell me with a straight face that with all the horrible shit in the world that you wouldn't want a friend like him who loves and cares about you unconditionally.

In the wake of the last few years, I think back to how much I used to love Barney as a kid and notice how the world could really use someone wholesome like that.