No, I'm afraid that doesn't help!
Harvey Logan: Guns or Knives?
Butch Cassidy: Neither?
Harvey Logan: Pick.
Butch Cassidy: I don't want to shoot with you Harvey.
Harvey Logan:
[Draws a big knife] Anything you say, Butch. '
[Butch walks over to his horse, by Sundance] Butch Cassidy:
[in a low voice] Maybe there's a way to make a profit in this. Bet on Logan.
Sundance Kid: I would, but who'd bet on you?
Harvey Logan: Sundance, this doesn't concern you. When we're done, and he's dead, you're welcome to stay.
Butch Cassidy:
[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 Cassidy:
[Walks back, and Harvey tenses to begin the fight] No, no, not yet. Not until me and Harvey get the rules straightened out.
Harvey Logan: Rules? In a knife fight? No rules.
[Butch throws dirt in Harvey's eyes and kicks him in the groin, who falls to his knees] Butch Cassidy: Well, if there aint' going to be any rules, let's get the fight started. Someone count. 1,2,3 go.
Sundance Kid:
[quickly] 1,2,3, go.
[Butch knocks Harvey out] :lol: