BUTCH: Kid, the next time I saw let’s go some place like Bolivia, let’s go some place like Bolivia.
SUNDANCE: Next time. Ready?
BUTCH: (Suddenly inspired) No. We’ll jump!
SUNDANCE: Like hell we will!
BUTCH: No, it’ll be okay – if the water’s deep enough and we don’t get squished to death. They’ll never follow us.
SUNDANCE: How do you know?
BUTCH: Would you make a jump like that, you didn’t have to?
SUNDANCE: I have to and I’m not gonna.
BUTCH: But we got to. Otherwise we’re dead. They’re just gonna have to go back down the same way they come. Come on.
SUNDANCE: Just one clear shot, that’s all I want.
BUTCH: Come on.
BUTCH: We got to.
SUNDANCE: Nope! Get away from me.
SUNDANCE: I wanna fight ‘em!
BUTCH: They’re kill us!
BUTCH: You wanna die?
SUNDANCE: Do you?
BUTCH: All right. (Unbuckling his gunbelt) I’ll jump first.
BUTCH: Then you jump first.
SUNDANCE: (Hoarsely) No I said!
BUTCH: What’s a matter with you?
SUNDANCE: (Yelling, embarrassed) I CAN’T SWIM!
BUTCH: (stares in disbelief, then laughs uproariously) Why you crazy?
The fall’ll probably kill ya!
SUNDANCE: Ohhhhh… (grabs the other end of Butch’s gunbelt and they jump) ohhh… shiiiiiit!