Rango2011

Rango:
”4 score and 7 years ago, our fathers...”

Rock-Eye:
Don't move.

Rango:
Huh? What? [looks up at the Desert Cactus then continues to move after a brief pause]

Rock-Eye:
Don't move!

Rango:
[suddenly alert] Not moving!

Rock-Eye:
Shhh!

Rango:
[whispers] Not moving.

Rock-Eye:
Try to blend in.

Rango:
Huh? Blend in? What do you mean? [notices Rock-Eye, who is in camouflage to look like a rock]

Rock-Eye:
[opens his eye] Blend in! [closes his eye]

Rango:
Huh? What are you saying? [a huge hawk soars overhead] Ahh!

Rock-Eye:
Too late.

Rango:
No, no, no, it's not too late! I'm blending. [throws sand on himself] I'm a blender! [runs around in panic, searching for a place to hide]

Rock-Eye:
Hey, calm down! What are you doing?! Tranquillo! [Rango hides behind a cactus, but then runs and yowls in pain when the thorns dig into his skin] STOP MOVING! Try not to look conspicuous. [Rango poses like the cactus behind him, and then ducks next to Rock-Eye and changes color] Hey, psst. What are you doing?

Rango:
I'm blending.

Rock-Eye:
Go blend somewhere else.

Rango:
Don't distract me.

Rock-Eye:
No room in the inn.

Rango:
It's an art, not a science.

Rock-Eye:
Find your own hiding place.

Rango:
No, this is good! [the hawk flies by again, before turning to attack]

Rock-Eye:
OH! Here she comes! You better run, mojito!

Rango:
Wait, what? I thought you said "Don't move"!

Rock-Eye:
That was before. Now, you run. [Rango runs as the hawk starts to chase him, while Rock-Eye laughs] Adios, amigo!