Gotta be.

- I don't know! - We gotta do somethin' and shake 'em.

Thanks' but we gotta get goin'.

- They gotta be. - Why don't they slow up?

- It's harder now. You gotta plan more. - Guns or knives?!

He's gotta wait for us, right? To pull another job?

No, you gotta be a kid to start a ranch.

- It's a long way though. - Everything's gotta be perfect with you!

- We were gonna leave anyway. - He's gotta invite us to stick around.

- I've gotta do my best, don't you see? - That don't include gettin' yourself killed!

Well' he'll feel a lot better after he's robbed a couple of banks.

But you gotta understand Mr EH Harriman himself of the Union Pacific give me this job.

Hell' it's just a bank like any other bank. Gotta move in slowly' check out everything.

You trust us and the government trusts you, so anything you tell 'em' they gotta believe it.

Now' Butch' you gotta have more respect for me than to think l'd fall for a stunt like that.

Me' I...

I guess.

I don't know. San Vicente, I think.

Am I right?

I say this: