Rango
So, what's your name?
Beans
Beans.
Rango
That's a funny kinda name.
Beans
What can I say? My daddy plum loved baked beans.
Rango
Well, you're lucky he didn't "plum love" asparagus.
Beans
Wh-What are you sayin'?
Rango
I, err... I enjoy a hearty good puttanesca myself, but I'm not sure that a child would appreciate the moniker.
Beans
Well, my daddy was a great man, even if he did exhibit the proclaim for legumes, and--
Rango
Mmm, spicy.
Beans
You eatin' his ashes!
Rango
Ew! You carry his remains?
Beans
No, his ashes. He loved to smoke. They never found the body.
Rango
Well, I'm sure he had his reasons.
Beans
What are you implying?
Rango
Nothing.
Beans
My daddy was never near that mine shaft. He'd been sober for over a month! And for you to insinuate that he would abandon his parental responsibilities at a delicate time in my personal development is an affront to my sense- [freezes in trance]
Rango
Miss Beans? Miss Beans? Hello? [whistles] Hello?
Beans
-And until the people of Andromeda Five return him safe and sound, I will not sell my ranch!
Rango
What... What are you doing?
Beans
What are you doing?
Rango
What am I doing?
Beans
You're cuddling me.
Rango
You were frozen.
Beans
No, I wouldn't.
Rango
Yes, you were. You stopped talking.
Beans
It's a defense mechanism. Actually, lots of lizards have it.
Rango
You're making that up.
