The Getaway

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
[after arriving at the rendezvous] Where's Jackson?

Rudy Butler:
He didn't make it. Neither did you. [pulls his gun]

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
[shoots Rudy]

[repeated line]

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
Punch it, Baby!

Laughlin:
What's the cat's name.

Fran Clinton:
Poor Little Harold.

Laughlin:
Strange name for a cat.

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
[referring to Carol scratching her leg] I told you to cut that out! This isn't a game!

Carol Ainsley McCoy:
It's all a game!

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
If you're trying to get me back in Huntsville, you're going about it the right way.

Carol Ainsley McCoy:
Well I just wouldn't worry about that Doc, becasue I can always get you out, you know I can screw every prison official in Texas if I have to!

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
Texas is a big state.

Carol Ainsley McCoy:
I can handle it.

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
Yeah, I bet you can.

Jack Beynon:
You run the job, but I run the show.

Rudy Butler:
That's a walk-in bank. You don't have to be Dillinger for this one.

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
Dillinger got killed.

Rudy Butler:
Not in a bank.

[Talking about how Doc was sprung out of prison]

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
My old lady must've made you a lot of promises.

Jack Beynon:
Close... I wouldn't feel...

[Carol shoots Jack]

[Doc has killed five men at a hotel near the Mexican border and carjacked a cowboy in his pickup]

Cowboy:
Ya know, if I's you kids what I'd do? I'd quit this runnin' around the country. Ya know, git a little bit a money together 'n, hell, buy a place 'n settle down 'n raise a family. I've been married for 35 years, same old gal; man she's a tough ol' hide. God dang, everything I am, I owe ta her.

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
Say a, pull over over here would ya.

Cowboy:
Okay, what ever you say. [Pulls over] Now what?

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
Let's get out a spell. [Cowboy and Doc get out of the truck. Doc and Carol exchange glances and smile at each other]

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
How much money did you make last year?

Cowboy:
Aw, reckon about five thousand.

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
Suppose I give you ten thousand for that truck of yours.

Cowboy:
You're serious?

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
I am.

Cowboy:
An'a I keep ma' mouth shut, an' I don't say nothin' 'bout the truck, 'n I never seen either one a the two of ya.

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
That's what I want. [Carol counts out some hundreds]

Cowboy:
How 'bout twenty?

[Doc smiles and laughs]

Carol Ainsley McCoy:
How 'bout thirty?

Cowboy:
God damn, ma'am, you got a deal!

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
Pay the man, honey. [Carol pays the cowboy]

Cowboy:
Thank ya, ma'am.

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
Now you're gonna have to walk on back to the border.

Cowboy:
Oh that's alright. Don't worry 'bout me.

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
Hope you find what you're lookin' for. [Shakes hands with the Cowboy]

Cowboy:
Vaya con Dios. You too, maam. [Walks away] Take care, ya hear? God damn! [laughing and walking]

Carter 'Doc' McCoy:
[to Carol] Come on. [Drives away in the most beat up truck I've ever seen]

Dentist:
[When Doc McCoy cuts the power to deactivate the alarm in the bank, at a nearby dentist office] Superior technology, my ass.