Boy, y'know, every time I see 'Hole in the Wall' again, it's like seeing it fresh for the first time, and every time that happens, I keep asking myself the same question, 'How can I be so damn stupid as to keep comin' back here?'
If he'd just pay me what he's spending to make me stop robbing him, I'd stop robbing him.
[Butch throws his bicycle away] The future's all yours, you lousy bicycles.
Not to be a sore loser, but if I don't win — kill him.
Sheriff Ray Bledsoe: You know, you should have let yourself get killed a long time ago when you had the chance. See, you may be the biggest thing that ever hit this area, but you're still two-bit outlaws. I never met a soul more affable than you, Butch, or faster than the Kid, but you're still nothing but two-bit outlaws on the dodge. It's over, don't you get that? Your time is over and you're gonna die bloody, and all you can do is choose where.
Percy Garris: I'm not crazy; I'm just colorful. That's what happens when you live 10 years alone in Bolivia: you get colorful... [He is shot dead]
Butch: What happened to the old bank? It was beautiful.
Guard: People kept robbing it.
Butch: Small price to pay for beauty.
Macon: Well, it looks like you just about cleaned everybody, fella - you haven't lost a hand since you got the deal. What's the secret of your success?
Macon: I didn't know you were the Sundance Kid when I said you were cheating. If I draw on you, you'll kill me.
Sundance: There's that possibility.
Butch: No, you'd be killin' yourself. So why don't you just invite us to stick around? You can do it, and easy. Come on. Come on.
Macon: [stiffly] Why don't you stick around?
Butch: Thanks but, hah, we gotta get goin'. [He scoops up the Kid's winnings into his hat]
Macon: Hey Kid! Hey Kid! How good are ya?
[Sundance dives, whirls around, fans his gun and fires, demonstrating his lightning-fast draw. He detaches the gunman's gunbelt from his waist and sends his gun skittering and spiraling across the floor]
Butch: [to Sundance as they both leave] Like I've been tellin' ya, over the hill.
Sundance: What's your idea this time?
Sundance: What's Bolivia?
Butch: Bolivia. That's a country, stupid! In Central or South America, one or the other.
Sundance: Why don't we just go to Mexico instead?
Butch: 'Cause all they got in Mexico is sweat and there's too much of that here. Look, if we'd been in business during the California Gold Rush, where would we have gone? California - right?
Butch: So when I say Bolivia, you just think California. You wouldn't believe what they're finding in the ground down there. They're just fallin' into it. Silver mines, gold mines, tin mines, payrolls so heavy we'd strain ourselves stealin' 'em.
Sundance: [chuckling] You just keep thinkin', Butch. That's what you're good at.
Butch: Boy, I got vision, and the rest of the world wears bifocals.
Harvey: Guns or knives?
Butch: I don't wanna shoot with ya, Harvey.
Harvey: [pulling out a large Bowie knife] Anything you say, Butch.
Butch: [low voice, to Sundance] Maybe there's a way to make a profit in this. Bet on Logan.
Sundance: I would, but who'd bet on you?
'Harvey: Sundance, when we're done and he's dead, you're welcome to stay.
Butch: [low voice, to Sundance] Listen, I don't mean to be a sore loser, but when it's done, if I'm dead, kill him.
Sundance Kid: [low voice to Butch] Love to.
[waves to Harvey and smiles]
Butch: No, no, not yet, not until me and Harvey get the rules straightened out.
Harvey: Rules? In a knife fight? No rules! [Butch kicks Harvey in the groin]
Butch: Well, if there aint' going to be any rules, let's get the fight started. Someone count. 1,2,3 go.
Sundance: 1,2,3, go! '['Butch knocks Harvey out]
Flat Nose: I was really rooting for you, Butch.
Butch: Well, thank you, Flatnose. That's what sustained me in my time of trouble.
Butch: Do you believe I'm broke already?
Etta: Why is there never any money, Butch?
Butch: Well, I swear, Etta, I don't know. I've been working like a dog all my life and I can't get a penny ahead.
Etta: Sundance says it's because you're a soft touch, and always taking expensive vacations, and buying drinks for everyone, and you're a rotten gambler.
Butch: Well that might have something to do with it.
Butch: Well, the way I figure it, we can either fight or give. If we give, we go to jail.
Sundance: I've been there already.
Butch: We could fight - they'll stay right where they are and starve us out. Or go for position, shoot us. Might even get a rock slide started, get us that way. What else can they do?
Sundance: They could surrender to us, but I wouldn't count on that. They're goin' for position, all right. Better get ready. [He loads his gun]
Butch: Kid - the next time I say, 'Let's go someplace like Bolivia,' let's go someplace like Bolivia.
Sundance: Next time. Ready?
Butch: [looking into the deep canyon and the river far below] No, we'll jump.
Sundance: Like hell we will.
Butch: No, it'll be OK - if the water's deep enough, we don't get squished to death. They'll never follow us.
Sundance: How do you know?
Butch: Would you jump if you didn't have to?
Sundance: I have to and I'm not gonna.
Butch: I'll jump first.
Butch: Then you jump first.
Sundance: No, I said!
Butch: What's the matter with you?!
Sundance: I can't swim!
Butch: [laughing] Why, you crazy — the fall'll probably kill ya!
Sundance: [to Etta] What I'm saying is, if you want to go, I won't stop you. But the minute you start to whine or make a nuisance, I don't care where we are, I'm dumping you flat.
Butch: Don't sugarcoat it like that, Kid. Tell her straight.
Etta: I'm 26, and I'm single, and a school teacher, and that's the bottom of the pit. And the only excitement I've known is here with me now. I'll go with you, and I won't whine, and I'll sew your socks, and I'll stitch you when you're wounded, and I'll do anything you ask of me except one thing. I won't watch you die. I'll miss that scene if you don't mind.
Butch: Well, you know, it could be worse. You get a lot more for your money in Bolivia, I checked on it.
Sundance: What could they have here that you could possibly want to buy?
Butch: Jeesh, all Bolivia can't look like this.
Sundance: How do you know? This might be the garden spot of the whole country. People may travel hundreds of miles just to get to this spot where we're standing now. This might be the Atlantic City, New Jersey of all Bolivia for all you know.
Butch: I think they're in the trees up ahead.
Sundance: In the bushes on the left.
Butch: I'm telling you they're in the trees up ahead.
Sundance: You take the trees, I'll take the bushes.
Percy: Will you two beginners cut it out?
Butch: Well, we're just trying to spot an ambush, Mr. Garris.
Percy: Morons. I've got morons on my team. Nobody is going to rob us going down the mountain. We have got no money going down the mountain. When we have got the money, on the way back, then you can sweat.
Butch: Kid, there's somethin' I think I oughta tell ya. I never shot anybody before.
Sundance: One hell of a time to tell me!
[During a gunfight with the Bolivian police, Butch and Sundance run low on ammunition]
Butch: We're going to run out unless we can get to that mule and get some more.
Sundance: I'll go.
Butch: This is no time for bravery. I'll let ya!
Butch: Is that what you call giving cover?
Sundance: Is that what you call running? If I knew you were gonna stroll...
Butch: You never could shoot, not from the very beginning.
Sundance: And you were all mouth.
Butch: [last lines — as the pair are outnumbered and pinned down] Wait a minute — you didn't see Lefors out there did you?
Sundance: Lefors? No, why?
Butch: Oh, good. For a moment there I thought we were in trouble.
Bolivian officer: [seeing Butch and Sundance come out] Fuego! Fuego! Fuego! [the screen freezes]