Rango: Me? I-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 ‘im, then we pepper ‘im, then we braise ‘im in clarified butter… And then – we eat him.
Gopher: Ya eat ‘im?
Rango: THAT’S WHAT I SAID!