Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid Page #3

No.

Mine's Longbaugh.

No fooling.

Long what?

Harry Longbaugh.

So you'd be Major Longbaugh.

What do you say?

You just keep thinking, Butch.

That's what you're good at.

But you're not frightened.

No, sir.

You have got respect for me,

and I have got respect for you.

That's why you and you and you

are riding with me. Am I right?

Well, what do you say?

I say this.

I say, ladies and gentlemen,

boys and girls, friends and enemies,

meet the future!

The future what?

The future mode of transportation

for this weary Western world.

Now, I'm not going to make

a lot of extravagant claims.

Sure, it'll change your

whole life for the better,

but that's all.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

You got the crowd together,

so I thought I'd do a little selling.

I'm trying to raise a posse here.

A short presentation.

The horse is dead.

This item sells itself.

Are you going to listen

to him or come with me?

Butch, Fanny says to come into her party

right now.

No oats, no mess, no kicks, no bites,

no running away, no

stepping on your foot.

Well, I think I'll get saddled up

and go looking for a woman.

Good hunting.

Shouldn't take more

than a couple of days.

I'm not picky...

as long as she's smart,

pretty...

sweet...

gentle, and...

tender and refined...

lovely...

carefree.

Aah!

Keep going, teacher lady.

It's O.K. Don't mind me. Keep on going.

Let down your hair.

Shake your head.

Do you know what I wish?

That once you'd get here on time.

You are mine, Etta Place.

Mine.

You hear me?

Mine.

All mine.

Your soft white flesh is mine.

Soft...

white...

bwhaa!

Meet the future.

Do you know what you're doing?

Theoretically.

Aah!

Don't ever hit your mother with a shovel

It leaves a dull impression on her mind

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head

And just like the guy

Whose feet are too big for his bed

Nothin' seems to fit

Those raindrops are fallin' on my head

They keep fallin'

So I just did me some talkin' to the sun

And I said I didn't like

the way he got things done

Sleepin' on the job

Those raindrops are fallin' on my head

They keep fallin'

But there's one thing

I know

The blues they sent to meet me

Won't defeat me

It won't be long

Till happiness

Steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head

But that doesn't mean

My eyes will soon be turnin' red

Cryin's not for me

'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain

By complainin'

Because I'm free

Nothin's worryin' me

Raindrops are fallin' on my head

But that doesn't mean

My eyes will soon be turnin' red

Cryin's not for me

'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain

By complainin'

Because I'm free

Nothin's worryin' me

You've come to get him for the Flyer?

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