Rango: Stay in school, eat your veggies, and burn all the books that ain't Shakespeare.
Spirit of the West: No man can walk out of his own story.
Rango: [Wounded Bird is scratching his down feathers and scattering them into the wind] I see you're communicating with the great spirits.
Wounded Bird: No. I'm molting. It means I'm ready to mate.
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