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Rango:
[notices Wounded Bird shedding his feathers, then walks over to him] I see you're consulting with the spirits.

Wounded Bird:
No, I'm molting. Means I'm ready to mate.

Rango:
[nervously] Heh. I'll keep that in mind.

Wounded Bird:
[picks up a cactus fruit with his staff] Cactus fruit.

Rango:
Ah, yes, the ancient cactus fruit. I heard you people use it as seasoning when preparing your native dishes. [starts to eat the cactus]

Wounded Bird:
Also, natural laxative. [Rango spits the cactus fruit out.] Shh, pick up trail! 3 men, heading west. 1 blind, 1 with... [sniffs the air] ...Enlarged prostate, riding sidesaddle.

Waffles:
What'd he say?

Fergus:
They're ridin' sidesaddle!

Buford:
What?

Beans:
Shh, we're whispering!

Spoons:
What'd he say?

Sergeant Turley:
Someone's got a bad valve!

Doc:
Alright, which one of you fellas needs a checkup?

Wounded Bird:
Awkward.

Waffles:
Uh, what exactly are we gonna do now?

Rango:
Now... we ride.