Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid1969

Harvey:
Guns or knives?

Butch:
Neither.

Harvey:
Pick!

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.