Beans:
[unimpressed]
You ain't from around here, are you?
Rango:
[she walks away]
I- I'm still working on it. Uh, so, what's your name?
Beans:
[rummaging through glass bottles in her cart]
Beans.
Rango:
That's a funny kind of name.
Beans:
What can I say? My daddy plum loved baked beans.
Rango:
Well you're lucky he didn't plum love asparagus.
Beans:
[quickly stands up]
What... what're ya saying?
Rango:
I mean, I uh... I enjoy a hearty puttanesca myself, but I'm not sure that a child would uh, appreciate the moniker.
[picks up a jar with a sort of powder in it and puts some in his mouth]
Beans:
[walking around the cart to Rango]
My daddy was a great man, even if he did exhibit a proclivity for legumes, and... you...
[sees what Rango is eating]
Rango:
Mmm, spicy!
Beans:
You are eating his ashes!
Rango:
[spits, disgusted]
Eh! You carry his remains?
Beans:
[takes the jar and reseals it]
No! His ashes; he loved to smoke. They never found the body.
Rango:
Oh. Um, I'm sure he had his reasons.
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