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!
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!
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!
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