Beans: You ain't from round here, are you?
Rango: I..I'm...I'm still workin' on it. Uh...so, what's your name?
Rango: That's a funny kinda 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...what are you sayin'?
Rango: I mean, I...I...I enjoy a hearty puttanesca myself, but I'm not sure that the child uh...would appreciate the moniker.
Beans: My daddy was a great man. Even if he did exhibit a proclivity for lagoons and he...
Rango: Mmmmm. Spicy.
Beans: You are eatin' his ashes!
Rango: Uh! You carry his remains?
Beans: No! His ashes. He loved to smoke. They never found the body.
Rango: Oh! Well, I'm sure he had his reasons.
After Beans lowers her weapon the two start to get acquainted.