He got it! Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Hallelujah!
Ya found the water!
You did it, son!
Well, actually...
WHY CAN'T YOU BE ALL BRAINY LIKE YOUR BROTHER?!
Pappy, about that water, there's something I gotta tell you.
Hush! Hush up, now. Somebody's comin'.
YOO-HOO! HA HA! Good sirs! Gracious good afternoon to thee and thee and thee! May I present, Madame Lupone's Terpsichorean Group of Traveling Thespians!
What's that?
I think they's thespians!
Thespians? That's illegal in seven states!
The stage is set! The princess prepares to take her own life!
I yearn for love.
Meanwhile, the lone sentry stands watch at the castle gate! (extended version only: [Elgin does nothing] Stands watch at the castle gate.)
Hark, who goes there?
This plot's highly predictable.
Quiet! This is my favorite part!
Arriving to great fanfare, 'twas her aging father… [the band of Elf Owls, also disguised in Medieval costumes, fanfare and Sergeant Turley enters kneeling with a wooden sword. Awkward silence. Then Rango remembers about the arrow in Turley's eye.] ...Strucketh by Cupid.
Uh, prithee, unhand my fair daughter and reach for the... Uh, uh... Line?
"REACH FOR THE SKY!" [everyone suddenly pulls out loaded guns on the small family]
W-w-w-w-what was that?
Oh, must be very immersive theater.
Rango: We got ya surrounded! You and your entire family get your hands up where I can see 'em!
My entire family?
♪ Grit and spit and collared greens ♪
♪ Waffle chitons, monkey brains ♪
♪ Refried bones and booger blood ♪
♪ Pickled eggs and flaps of mud ♪
It's a full house.
Looks like we're gonna have a good, old-fashioned standoff.
I'll have you know, you're not lookin' at our entire contingent.
Caw-caw, caw-caw, caw, caw, caw-caw, caw!
What's that? What's that supposed to be?!
That's the signal.
Yeah, that's the signal! Something must've gone wrong!
So, uh... somethin' supposed to happen?
I am... open to suggestions. [Spoons fakes a heart attack and fires a gun, frightening the boar that was carrying the stolen water and causing it to run off] RUUUUUUUUUUN!
GET ON THE WAGON!
Should we have ourselves some sport, chillens?
Ooh, I-I likes it when they run.
Maybelle, give the holler!
Yee-haw, biddy-haw-biddy-haw-biddy-haw!
Yee-haw, biddy-haw-biddy-haw, biddy-haw-biddy-hoo! [they burrow underground]







