Butch Cassidy: Once they divide up, we take them no trouble, right?
Sundance Kid: Maybe.
Butch Cassidy: Boy, for a gunman, you sure are a pessimist.

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. All you can do is choose where!

Sheriff Ray Bledsoe

Butch Cassidy: Don't they get tired? Don't they get hungry?
Sundance Kid: They gotta be.
Butch Cassidy: Why don't they slow up? Hell, they could even go faster, at least that'd be a change. They don't even break formation. Do something.

Sundance Kid: You remember the time you and me and Etta went to Denver one summer for a vacation?
Butch Cassidy: I'm glad you brought that up, Kid. That's an important topic, considering our situation.
Sundance Kid: The night we went gambling, you remember?
Butch Cassidy: We had dinner at the hotel. Etta had roast beef and I had chicken, and if I can remember what you had, I'll die a happy man.

Butch and me have been talking it all over. Wherever the hell Bolivia is, that's where we're off to.

Sundance Kid

Butch Cassidy: You know, when I was a kid, I always thought I'd grow up to be a hero.
Sundance Kid: Well, it's too late now.
Butch Cassidy: What'd you say that for? You didn't have to say something like that.

Sundance Kid: Did you say they were hired permanent?
Etta Place: No, just until they kill you.

Butch Cassidy: Boy, you 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 could I be so damn stupid to keep coming back here?

Butch Cassidy: We're going to run out unless we can get to that mule and get some more.
Sundance Kid: I'll go.
Butch Cassidy: This is no time for bravery. I'll let ya!

Percy Garris: Can you hit anything?
Sundance Kid: Sometimes.

Butch Cassidy: [robbing bank in Spanish, pulling out notes to remember words] Manos a... Manos, um... Manos arriba!
Sundance Kid: They got 'em up! Skip on down.
Butch Cassidy: Arriba!
Sundance Kid: Skip on down!
Butch Cassidy: Todos ustedes "arrismense" a la pared.
Sundance Kid: They're AGAINST the wall already!
Butch Cassidy: Donde... Ah, you're so damn smart, You read it!

Sundance Kid: We got to talking to some gambler that night, and he told us about an Indian. A full-blooded Indian, except he called himself by an English name. Sir somebody.
Butch Cassidy: Lord Baltimore?
Sundance Kid: Lord Baltimore, that's right, and he could track anybody, over anything, day or night.
Butch Cassidy: So?
Sundance Kid: The guy on the ground. I think it's him.
Butch Cassidy: No, Baltimore works out of Oklahoma. He's strictly an Oklahoma man. I don't know where we are, but it sure as Hell isn't Oklahoma. No, it couldn't be him. Couldn't be him.
Sundance Kid: I guess.

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