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.