The Sundance Kid:
Now let me tell you something. I could drop you right here. so don't be telling me how stupid I am. I'm as smart as you are. Now, you got that?

Butch Cassidy:
Now with that in your hand, you're a damn genius!

The Sundance Kid:
You know, I've been thinking...

Butch Cassidy:
That could be dangerous!

Butch Cassidy:
It's the greatest country in the world. Guilty as hell - free as a bird!

The Sundance Kid:
I didn't want to kill him! I just wanted to put a bullet... just wanted to put a hole in him.

The Sundance Kid:
What was this guy like?

Butch Cassidy:
Who?

The Sundance Kid:
Hanks.

Butch Cassidy:
Okay, really.

The Sundance Kid:
Thanks a lot.

Butch Cassidy:
What for?

The Sundance Kid:
Oh, I wanted you to tell me he was a lousy bastard that didn't deserve to live. Did he have any family?

Butch Cassidy:
Just the five kids.

The Sundance Kid:
Did he?

Butch Cassidy:
No! And will you quit torturing yourself! He didn't have any kids. He didn't even hava a wife... just some old hag he lived with. Sundance, when you go get yourself in gunfights, you cna't just pick orphans to do it with.

Butch Cassidy:
Listen, what do I call... what is your name anyway?

The Sundance Kid:
Longwell. Harry Longwell.

Butch Cassidy:
That's not an outlaw name. You don't have an outlaw face, either. You better do something about that.

The Sundance Kid:
Yeah, like what?

Butch Cassidy:
I don't know. Get yourself a nice scar or grow a mustache.

The Sundance Kid:
I am growing a mustache!

Butch Cassidy:
Where?

Butch Cassidy:
Come on, are we going to rob something or not?

Butch Cassidy:
But don't you know who I am?

Old Robber:
No, I'm sorry, sir, I don't.

Butch Cassidy:
Well, I'm a fairly well-known outlaw.

Old Robber:
Oh?

Butch Cassidy:
Maybe not so much around these parts, but, ah, Utah... Wyoming.

Old Robber:
I believe I have heard of you! Mr... ah...

Butch Cassidy:
Cassidy.

Old Robber:
Cassidy! That's right! Dutch Cassidy!

Sheriff Ray Bledsoe:
You're out of prison for one week and you come back to Brown's Hole. Get the hell out of here! Get a job or something. And stay out of trouble!

Butch Cassidy:
I don't want a job, Ray. That kind of life doesn't suit me.

Sheriff Ray Bledsoe:
Damn it, what about your promise to the Governor.

Butch Cassidy:
That was Wyoming.

Sheriff Ray Bledsoe:
Oh, and this is Utah! Is that it?

Butch Cassidy:
Okay, Ray, same deal. I'll stay out of your jurisdiction.

Sheriff Ray Bledsoe:
How many places can you promise to stay out of?

Butch Cassidy:
It's a big country.

Butch Cassidy:
I was just sort of wondering what's up there?

Jack:
Rooms. If you want to satisfy your curiousity, give her twenty bucks. She'll show you one.

Butch Cassidy:
I'm not that curious.