Sumthin' you said keeps rattlin' around in my frontal lobe.
And what is that?
"Control the water, and you control everything."
Come now, Mr. Rango. You tribute divine power to me. How on earth could I possibly control the water?
You've obviously mastered this game.
Well, I've been playing it for many years, sir. I was here before the highway split this great valley. I watched the march of progress, and I learned a thing or two. Perhaps it's time you started to take the long view, begin to appreciate the broad sweep of history. Look out there, son. You can almost see time passing.
What are you building out here?
The future, Mr. Rango. The future. One day soon, all this will fade into myth. The frontier town, the lawman, the gunslinger. There's no place for them anymore. We're civilized now.
That's right, civilized.
That's what the future holds. You can either be part of it, or you can be left behind.
Is that what happened to Mr. Merrimack? Did he get left behind?
Careful, Mr. Rango. You seem to forget you're just one little lizard.
You seem to forget I'm the law around these parts. [walks away]
Our new Sheriff has been playing the hero for so long, he’s actually starting to believe it. Call in Rattlesnake Jake.
Uh… Jake’s the Grim Reaper. He never leaves without takin’ a blimin’ soul.
DO IT!


