Well, looks like you just about cleaned everybody out, fella. You haven't lost a hand since you got to deal. What's the secret of your success?
Prayer.
...
We seem to be a little short on brotherly love around here.
If you're with him, you'd better get yourself out of here.
We're on our way. Come on.
I wasn't cheating.
Come on!
You can die. For that matter, you can both die.
You hear that?
If he invites us to stay, then we'll go...He's got to invite us to stick around.
He'll draw on ya. He's ready. You don't know how fast he is. I'm over the hill, but it can happen to you.
That's just what I want to hear.
Every day you get older. Now that's a law! [The gunman **** his pistol] What would you think about maybe asking us to stick around?
What?
You don't have to mean it or anything. Just ask us to stick around. I promise you...[The gunman refuses to listen and pushes Butch away] I can't help you, Sundance.
[When the gunman realizes that he is up against quick-draw "Sundance," a horrified, dismayed look crosses his face]
I didn't know you were the Sundance Kid when I said you were cheating. If I draw on you, you'll kill me.
There's that possibility.
No, you'd be killing yourself. So why don't you just invite us to stick around? You can do it, and easy. Come on. [coaxing] Come on.
Why don't you stick around?
Thanks, but hah, we gotta get goin'. [He scoops up the Kid's winnings into his hat]
[as Sundance strides out]
Hey Kid! Hey Kid! How good are ya? '[[Sundance wheels around and fires, detaching the gunman's gunbelt from his waist and sending his gun skittering across the room]
