Rango2011

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.