& Rango: 'Tis I, the much-anticipated hero, returning to rescue his emotionally unstable maiden! Unhand her, you jailers of virtue, or taste the bitter sting of my vengeance! The sting of my... Dr Marx? Dr Marx, I'm not getting anything from you. People, we've talked about this. Acting is reacting. Victor, you were wooden! There, I said it. Mr Timms? You were good. Perhaps a little too good.
What's that, Victor? My character's undefined? That's absurd. I know who I am. I'm the guy, the protagonist, the hero. Every story needs a hero. I mean, who else is better qualified to bask* in the adulation* of his numerous companions?
The stage is waiting.
The audience thirsts for adventure.
Who am I? I could be anyone.
& Rango: I think the metaphor broke my spleen.
Roadkill: The path to knowledge is fraught with consequence.
& Rango: I'm just looking for the path to water.
Roadkill: If you want to find water, you must first find Dirt.
& Rock-Eye: You! I'll kill you! You stupid lizard! Get out of there. I'm going to strangle your huevos!
Rango: Big bird! Big bird!
Rock-Eye: No, wait! Come back! I was just kidding! Come on, we're friends, right?
Rango: I don't know you!
Rock-Eye: Lizards, frogs...
Rango: Find your own hiding place!
Rock-Eye: We're practically related!
Rango: No room at the inn!
Rock-Eye: Come on, move over!
Rango: You're not my friend!
Rock-Eye: I'll let you kiss my sister! You son of a...
& Rango: So, what's your name?
Beans: 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: What are you saying?
Rango: I mean, I enjoy a hearty puttanesca myself, but I'm not sure that a child would appreciate the moniker*.
Beans: My daddy was a great man, even if he did exhibit a proclivity* for legumes*.
Rango: Spicy.
Beans: You're eating his ashes!
Rango: You carry his remains?!
Beans: No, his ashes. He loved to smoke. They never found the body.
& — Exactly where did you say you were from?
Rango: Me? I'm from the West. Out there, beyond the horizon. Past the sunset. The Far West. Yeah, that's right, hombres. The place I come from, we kill a man before breakfast just to work up an appetite. Then we salt him, and we pepper him. Then we braise him in clarified butter. And then we eat him.
-You eat him?
Rango: That's what I said! Hell, I seen things make a grown man lose control of his glandular functions! You spend three days in a horse carcass, living off your own juices. It'll change a man. Oh, yeah. Had a few extra aces in this deck, gents. Just the way I like it.
& Rango: All right, now listen up! Things are going to be different around here now that Rango's in town. Got some new rules! I want my shoes shined every morning, my coffee hot, Danish on the side. Whatever you do, don't look me in the eye. Stay out of my peripheral vision! And when you see me coming, stand aside. I take large steps and I don't want none of you hayseeds* getting your bodily fluids on my boots!
& Mayor: Water, Mr Rango, water. Without it, there's nothing but dust and decay. But with water there's life. Look at them, so desperate to live, they'll follow it anywhere. That's the immutable law of the desert. Control the water and you control everything.
& Mayor: This is from my private stock. Vintage rainwater from the Great Deluge*. Not Noah's deluge. Good heavens, I'm not that old.
& Mayor: You see them, Mr Rango? All my friends and neighbours? It's a hard life here. Very hard. Do you know how they make it through each and every day? They believe. They believe it's going to be better. They believe that the water will come. They believe against all odds and all evidence that tomorrow will be better than today. People have to believe in something... Right now, they believe in you. Pick it up, Mr Rango. Your destiny awaits.
& William: He might be a problem.
Mayor: He's not a problem, William. He's a solution.
& Rango: All right, folks, stand back, clear the area. This is a crime scene now. Secure the perimeter, dust for prints, check for fibres, scan for DNA. I want a urine sample from everyone. And get me a latte. And don't mix up the two.
& Waffles: What do we do now, Sheriff?
Rango: Now we ride!
& Rango: Reptiles got to stick together, right, my brother?
Buford: I'm an amphibian.
Rango: Ain't no shame in that.
& Rango: You sure you're fit for duty there, soldier? Well, you got a little something in your eye there.
Sergeant Turley: Oh, that? That there's conjunctivitis, sir. lt's hereditary.
Rango: Well, I'm glad to hear it's not contagious*.
& Rango: All right, let me see. Looks like them varmints* shot him in the back.
Doc: No, this man wasn't shot. He was drowned!
Rango: Drowned?
— In the middle of the desert? What a way to go.
& Rango: Hey! What's that dad-gum Indian doing? I see you're consulting with the spirits.
Wounded Bird: No, I'm moulting*. Means I'm ready to mate*.
Rango: I'll keep that in mind.
& Rango: Jake. You mean my brother.
— Your brother?
Rango: That's what I said!
— But he's a snake and you're a lizard.
Rango: Well, Momma had an active social life.
& Rango: May I present Madame Lupone's Terpsichorean Troupe of Travelling Thespians*!
— What is that?
— I think they's thespians.
— 'Thespians'? That's illegal in seven states!
Rango: The stage is set. The princess prepares to take her own life. ...
& — Who'd dump water in the desert?
Beans: Wouldn't be the first time.
Rango: It's a puzzle!
— It's like a big old mammogram!
& — That just don't make no sense. Without water, that land is useless.
Rango: Unless he controls the water. Like a monkey's bladder! Then he could bring it back once he's bought up all the land.
— But how does he control the water?
Rango: Well, you gotta spend some time and train them. 'Cause you know monkeys, when they do go, you rub their nose in it.
& Rango: You see that sign up there? As long as that sign says "Sheriff," you can believe that there's law and order in this town. But without law and order, ruminate* on that. Oh, yeah.
Starts out slow, like a fungus. Somebody says a cross word. Accusations start flying. Neighbour turns on neighbour. Pretty soon, we're eating our children! And then dogs and cats are getting together to create all sorts of unnatural mutant aberrations! So, you want something to believe in, Spoons? Believe in me. Believe in that there sign. For as long as it hangs there, we got hope.
Rattlesnake Jake: Hello, brother. Thirsty?
& Rango: Is this heaven?
Spirit of the West: If it were, we'd be eating Pop-Tarts with Kim Novak.
& Rango: What are you doing out here?
Spirit of the West: Searching, same as you.
Rango: I don't even know what I'm looking for any more. I don't even know who I am.
Spirit of the West: They used to call you the Man with No Name. These days they got a name for just about everything. Doesn't matter what they call you. It's the deeds make the man.
Rango: Yeah, but my deeds just made things worse. I'm a fraud. I'm a phoney! My friends believed in me, but they need some kind of hero.
Spirit of the West: Then be a hero.
& Rango: Jake! I'm calling you out!
Jake: This day just got a little more interesting.
& Rango: Beans! Hold on. Don't worry, I got a plan. Help! Open the door! ... Okay, plan B.
& Jake: One bullet... I tip my hat to you, one legend to another.
-- Dict:
apprehension — задержание; опасение; понимание
bask — греться; наслаждаться
adulation — лесть
moniker — кличка
proclivity — склонность
legumes — бобовые
hayseed — деревенщина
Deluge — потоп
contagious — заразительный
varmint — шалун; негодяй; хищное животное; себе на уме
moulting — линька
to mate — спариваться
Thespian — трагический актер
ruminate — размышлять
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