Bad Bill
DANCE FOR ME, SOD BUSTER!!
DANCE LIKE A CHICKEN!!
THAT'S RIGHT, DANCE!!
Bad Bill
YOU GOT CORN IN YOUR EARS, MATE?! YOU DON'T PAY THE MORTGAGE, YOU DON'T OWN THE LAND!
That's basic real estate law, my friend!
Quid pro quo!
Bad Bill
If I see your face in this town again, I'm gonna slice it off and use it to wipe my unmentionables.
Mind the beak.
Bad Bill
AND DON'T COME BACK! [turns to see everyone looking] What are you all gawping at?
Waffles
Hey, Bad Bill, there's something I want to tell--!
Bad Bill
Oy. What is this?
You know who that is, Bill? That there's Rango.
Waffles
Yeah, he ain't afraid of you. He ain't afraid of none of you.
Killed them Jenkins brothers.
Done it with one bullet, Bill.
All seven of them.
Bad Bill
Is that right?
[Bad Bill takes a cigar from Buford's mouth and takes a drag, blowing smoke in Buford's face. Rango coughs as a result, and Bad Bill then shoves a cigar in front of Rango's face. Acting quickly, Rango snatches the cigar from Bad Bill's mouth, examines it for a moment, and then swallows it. Everyone gasps in surprise. Rango taps his finger on the bar counter, prompting Buford to pour him a shot, which he drinks in one gulp. Then, he unexpectedly belches fire directly into Bad Bill's face, leaving everyone in shock. Bad Bill exclaims in anger and glares at Rango, his face still smouldering. He grabs a towel to try to put out the flames.]
Rango
Um... let me get that... yeah... Oh, I know. Here. [splashes some cactus juice on his face to put out much of the fire, sees one tiny remaining flame] Oh, here, let me get that for you. [wipes the tiny flame out with the towel] There, all better.
[Bad Bill gets the gun out and pushes it to him on the counter. Rango looks at Bad Bill with his idea.]
