Rango:
[an arrow is sticking through Turley's head, entering in his right eye and coming out the left-rear side of his head; Rango looks disgusted]
Whoa! Ehh... are you sure you're fit for duty there, soldier?
Sergeant Turley:
[oblivious]
What?
Rango:
Uh, well, you've got a little somethin' in your... eye, there.
Sergeant Turley:
[indicates his left eye, seemingly oblivious]
Oh, that! That there's conjunctivitis, sir. It's hereditary.
Rango:
[going along as not to hurt Turley's feelings]
Oh! Well... um... glad to hear it's not contagious.
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