Rock-Eye: Pssst? What are you doing? Rango: I'm blending. Rock-Eye: Well, blend somewhere else. Rango: Don't distract me. Rock-Eye: No room at the inn! Rango: It's an art not a science! Rock-Eye: Find your own hiding place. Rango: No, this is good.

Rango crouches down next to Rock-Eye while the hawk screeches and circles above.