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. [turns to the 4 owls] That means we're riding now! This moment.
