Wounded Bird: *scattering feathers in the air*
Rango: "I see you're consulting with the spirits."
Wounded Bird: "No, I'm molting. Means I'm ready to mate."
Rango: "... oh. I-I'll keep that in mind..."
Wounded Bird: *picks up a cactus fruit* "Cactus fruit."
Rango: "Ahh, yes... The ancient cactus fruit. *takes the fruit* I believe your people use it as a seasoning when preparing your native dishes." *eats the fruit*
Wounded Bird: "Also natural laxative."
Rango: *chokes and coughs the fruit back out*
"Shh, pick up trail. Three men, heading west. One blind, one with... *sniffs the air* ... enlarged prostate
, riding sidesaddle."
Waffles: "What he say?"
Furgus: "They're ridin' sidesaddle."
Spoons: "What'd he say?"
Turley: "Someone's got a bad valve."
Doc: "Alright, which one of you fellows needs a checkup?" *snaps rubber glove onto right hand*
Wounded Bird: "Awkward."