Top 50 Quotes From Robert Redford

The: I thought I could rely on your honor, Hobbs?
Roy: You're about to.

Butch: You know, when I was a kid, I always thought I'd grow up to be a hero.
Sundance: Well, it's too late now.
Butch: What'd you say that for? You didn't have to say something like that.

Pop: You know my mama wanted me to be a farmer.
Roy: My dad wanted me to be a baseball player.
Pop: Well you're better than any player I ever had. And you're the best God damn hitter I ever saw. Suit up.

[arriving in Bolivia]
Butch: You know, it could be worse. You get a lot more for your money in Bolivia, I checked on it.
Sundance: What could they have here that you could possibly want to buy?

Sundance: Well, I think I'll get saddled up and go looking for a woman.
Butch: Good hunting.
Sundance: Shouldn't take more than a couple of days. I'm not picky. As long as she's smart, pretty, and sweet, and gentle, and tender, and refined, and lovely, and carefree...

[repeated line]
Sundance: You just keep thinkin', Butch. That's what you're good at.

Roy: I guess some mistakes you never stop paying for.

Roy: Red, it took me sixteen years to get here. You play me, and I'll give ya the best I got.
Red: I believe ya.

Roy: I coulda been better. I coulda broke every record in the book.
Iris: And then?
Roy: And then? And then when I walked down the street people would've looked and they would've said there goes Roy Hobbs, the best there ever was in this game.

Sundance: [Butch and the Kid are on the edge of a cliff preparing to take on the posse pursuing them] Ready?
Butch: 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 if you didn't have to?
Sundance: I have to and I'm not gonna.
Butch: Well, we got to. Otherwise, we're dead. We'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.
Sundance: Uh-uh.
Butch: [leans into the Kid] We got to!
Sundance: Get away from me.
Butch: Why?
Sundance: I wanna fight 'em!
Butch: They'll kill us.
Sundance: Maybe.
Butch: You wanna die?
Sundance: Do you?
Butch: Alright. I'll jump first.
Sundance: Nope.
Butch: Then you jump first.
Sundance: No, I said.
Butch: What's the matter with you?
Sundance: I can't swim!
Butch: [pauses, then laughs] Are you crazy? The fall will probably kill ya.
[pause, then they start running to the edge]
[Butch and the Kid land in the water]

[while being chased by the posse]
Sundance: You remember the time you and me and Etta went to Denver one summer for a vacation?
Butch: I'm glad you brought that up, Kid. That's an important topic, considering our situation.
Sundance: The night we went gambling, you remember?
Butch: We had dinner at the hotel. Etta had roast beef and I had chicken, and if I can remember what you had, I'll die a happy man.

Roy: The only thing I know about the dark is you can't see in it.

Nathan: We didn't know when the Doc was going to be giving the Sheik his physical but it was our one and only opportunity to take him out. So I didn't have the usual time to butter him up. Which means we needed twice the sex with half the foreplay.

Tom: Fuck your rules, Nathan.
Nathan: Okay, but tonight they saved your life.

Charles: [inside a CIA briefing room] We need the press on this like we need a third tit.
Nathan: [inside a CIA briefing room] You using the other two?

Butch: Who's the best lawman?
Sundance: The best, how? You mean toughest? Or easiest to bribe?
Butch: Toughest.
Sundance: Joe Lefors.
Butch: Got to be.
Sundance: Lefors never leaves Wyoming, never. You know that.
Butch: He always wears a white skimmer. That's how you tell it's Joe Lefors, 'cause he always wears a white straw hat. Look at that guy out front.
[Butch and Sundance start running]
Butch: Who are those guys?

Charles: [looking at Muir's wall with awards and commendation medals hung on them] If these walls could talk, huh. All this history, I envy you.
Nathan: Then bag your job, you can be just like me.
Charles: No, really. The debt this country owes you guys.
Nathan: Chuck, are you gonna dance with your hand on my ass all night or are you gonna make your move?

Tom: [giving Muir a liquor flask, while eating break at a café] Happy Birthday, Nathan. Did you know Langley has seven different birth dates for you?
Nathan: [while eating break at a café] And they're all wrong.
Tom: I know, believe me, it wasn't easy. KGB, Mossad, also wrong. Fortunately I was well trained.

Butch: Ah, you're wasting your time. They can't track us over rocks.
Sundance: Tell them that.
Butch: [after looking for himself] They're beginning to get on my nerves. Who are those guys?

Tom: Don't tell me that. Don't fucking tell me that. You didn't look in his eyes. Don't tell me that!
Nathan: He was your asset, somebody you use for information.
Tom: Ah, Jesus Christ, you just... You don't just trade these people like they're baseball cards! It's not a fucking game!
Nathan: Oh, yes it is. It's exactly what it is. And it's no kid's game either. This is a whole other game. And it's serious and it's dangerous. And it's not one you want to lose.
Tom: Nathan, we killed this man. We used him and we killed him. Okay, then you got to help me understand this one. You got... Nathan, what are we doing here? And don't give me some bullshit about the greater good.
Nathan: That's exactly what it's about. Because what we do is unfortunately very, very necessary. And if you're not willing to sacrifice scum like Schmidt for those that want nothing more than their freedom, then you better take a long hard look at your chosen profession my friend. Because it doesn't get any easier. You wanna walk? You wanna walk, walk.

Gus: If it isn't enough, tell us what you had in mind.
Roy: To hit away.

[last lines]
Butch: Ready? OK, when we get outside and we get to the horses, whatever happens, just remember one thing... hey, wait a minute.
Sundance: What?
Butch: You didn't see Lefors out there, did you?
Sundance: Lefors? No.
Butch: Oh, good. For a moment there I thought we were in trouble.
[They both run out of the building, only to be met with gunfire from all sides from the Bolivian army]
Bolivian: ¡Fuego!
[a volley of shots is heard]
Bolivian: ¡Fuego!
[another gun volley]
Bolivian: ¡Fuego!

Sundance: It's your great ideas that got us into this mess. I never want to hear another one of your great ideas. Ever!
Butch: Australia. I thought that secretly you wanted to know so I told you.
Sundance: That's your great idea?
Butch: The latest in a long line. We get out of here alive, we go to Australia. Goodbye, Bolivia. Hello to Australia.
Sundance: Australia is no better than here.
Butch: That's all you know.
Sundance: Name me one thing.
Butch: They speak English in Australia.
Sundance: They do?
Butch: That's right, smart guy, so we wouldn't be foreigners. We'd blend in more easily. They got horses in Australia and thousands of miles of countryside that we can hide out in, and good climate. Nice beaches. You can learn to swim.
Sundance: No. Swimming isn't important. What about the banks?
Butch: Very easy. Easy, ripe, and luscious.
Sundance: The banks or the women?
Butch: Well, once you get one you get the other.
Sundance: But... Australia is quite a long way from here.
Butch: Oh, please! Everything with you has got to be perfect!
Sundance: I just don't want to get there and realize that it stinks, that's all.
Butch: At least think about it.
Sundance: All right... I'll think about it.

Sundance: Look out there!
Butch: What?
Sundance: Remember a few years ago when we were at a saloon in Denver? We got to talking to some gambler that night, and he told us about an Indian. A full-blooded Indian, except he called himself by an English name. Sir... somebody.
Butch: Lord Baltimore?
Sundance: Lord Baltimore, that's right, and he could track anybody, over anything, day or night.
Butch: So?
Sundance: The guy on the ground. I think it's him.
Butch: No, Baltimore works out of Oklahoma. He's strictly an Oklahoma man. I don't know where we are, but it sure as Hell isn't Oklahoma. No, it couldn't be him. Couldn't be him.
Sundance: I guess.

Butch: Once they divide up, we take them, no trouble, right?
Sundance: Maybe.
Butch: Boy, for a gunman, you're one hell of a pessimist.

Red: Pretty good food, huh?
Roy: Damn good.
Red: You can't spell it, but it eats pretty good, don't it?

Max: You read my mind.
Roy: That takes all of three seconds.

Butch: How long before you figure they're not after us?
Sundance: A while longer.
Butch: How come you're so talkative?
Sundance: Naturally blabby, I guess.

Charles: Maybe the payoff went to
[peruses paper]
Charles: ... Digby Gibson, when you tipped off the press.
Nathan: Troy?
Troy: Leave Digger outta this! His paper's a front; he's MI6's man in Hong Kong!

Nathan: [while siting in a restaurant while every diner at every table and every restaurant employee] The man reading the menu. Threat?
Tom: [seeing the reflection of the image of the man through a metal dome watching the hostess] Only to the hostess.

Nathan: You go off the reservation, I will not come after you.

Pop: Batting practice tomorrow, be there!
Roy: I have been. Every day.

Tom: [talking privately on a stair case] Central Intelligence?
Nathan: [talking privately on a stair case] You'd be working for me. Mostly undercover.

[performing their first robbery in Bolivia]
Butch: [spanish] Manos a... Manos, um...
[Butch pulls out a card that helps him remember his words]
Butch: Manos arriba!
Sundance: They got 'em up! Skip on down.
Butch: Arriba!
Sundance: Skip on down!
Butch: Todos ustedes "arrismense" a la pared.
Sundance: They're against the wall already!
Butch: Donde... Ah, you're so damn smart, You read it!

Gladys: [over the phone] I've got Commander Wiley.
Nathan: [over the phone] Ok, connect us.
Commander: [over a satellite phone] Commander Wiley Sir. Package received, what's the verdict?
Nathan: [over a satellite phone] We're "on" for tonight.
Commander: [over a satellite phone] Roger sir, understand. Operation Dinner Out is a GO. Confirm.
Nathan: [over the phone] Correct, Dinner out is a go.
Dr. William Byars: [overhearing Muir's side of the phone connection while inside a CIA briefing room] Dinner Out is a go? Hell of a way to speak to your wife.
Vincent: [to Byars, while sitting next to him inside a CIA briefing room] Why do you think they keep dumping him.

Pop: Hobbs. I'm sending you down Hobbs, Class B ball. Tomorrow you go to the Great Lakes Assocaition.
Roy: All right. You make the rules.
Pop: That's right, that's right and you ain't been playing by 'em. Don't you remember signing a contract!
Roy: I remember signing a contract, to play ball not to be put to sleep by some two bit carney hypnotist! I won't do that Pop! I can't.

Nathan: [drinking coffee while standing outside of the coffee shop] , showing Tom the apartment building across from then See that building across the way?
Tom: Yeah.
Nathan: Do you know anyone there?
Tom: No.
Nathan: In five minutes I want to see you on the balcony.
Tom: What do...
Nathan: Five minutes.
Tom: Can't we discuss it over coffee?
Nathan: You just lost ten seconds.

Nick: Why make me head of SHIELD?
Alexander: Because you're the best. And the most ruthless person I ever met.
Nick: I did what I did to protect people.
Alexander: Our enemies are your enemies, Nick. Disorder, war. It's just a matter of time before a dirty bomb goes off in Moscow, or an EMP fries Chicago. Diplomacy? Holding action, a band-aid. And you know where I learned that; Bogota. You didn't ask, you just did what had to be done. I can bring order to the lives of seven billion people by sacrificing twenty million. It's the next step, Nick, if you have the courage to take it.
Nick: No, I have the courage not to.
[Moves to the retinal scanner]
Alexander: You don't you think we wiped your clearance from the system?
Nick: I know you erased my password. Probably deleted my retinal scan. But if you want to stay ahead of me, Mr. Secretary...
[removes his eye patch]
Nick: ... you need to keep both eyes open.

Roy: Pick me out a winner Bobby.

Butch: Is that what you call giving cover?
Sundance: Is that what you call running? If I knew you were going to stroll...

Macon: I didn't know you were the Sundance Kid when I said you were cheating. If I draw on you, you'll kill me.
Sundance: There's that possibility.

Tom: She's just someone I used to get to the camp.
Nathan: She gonna be of any more use to us?
Tom: Not to us.

Roy: That day in Chicago; why did you stand up?
Iris: I didn't want to see you fail.

Butch: They'll never follow us.
Sundance: How do you know?
Butch: Would you jump if you didn't have to?
Sundance: I have to and I'm not gonna.

Nathan: [after Muir ordered him to solicit information from an attractive female] You just gave her four pieces of personal information for one dubious impersonal fact.
Tom: Just trying to find out where she got that dress.

Sundance: Did you say they were hired permanent?
Etta: No, just until they kill you.

Tom: Happy?
Nathan: Seventy-four casualties, an apartment block leveled, one dead terrorist? Yeah, happy.
Tom: We have some fucked up barometer for success, don't we?

Butch: Well, that ought to do it.
[after blowing the train car to smithereens]
Sundance: Think ya used enough dynamite there, Butch?

[Harvey has challenged Butch to fight for control of the Hole-in-the-Wall gang]
Harvey: Guns or knives?
Butch: Neither?
Harvey: Pick!
Butch: I don't want to shoot with you, Harvey.
Harvey: [draws a big knife] Anything you say, Butch.
[Butch walks over to Sundance]
Butch: [in a low voice] Maybe there's a way to make a profit in this. Bet on Logan.
Sundance: I would, but who'd bet on you?
Harvey: Sundance, when we're done and he's dead, you're welcome to stay.
Butch: [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: [low voice to Butch] Love to.
[waves to Harvey and smiles]
Butch: No, no, not yet. Not until me and Harvey get the rules straightened out.
Harvey: Rules? In a knife fight? No rules!
[Butch immediately kicks Harvey in the groin]
Butch: Well, if there aint' going to be any rules, let's get the fight started. Someone count. 1,2,3 go.
Sundance: [quickly] 1,2,3, go!
[Butch knocks Harvey out]
Flat: I was really rooting for you, Butch.
Butch: Well, thank you, Flatnose. That's what sustained me in my time of trouble.

Tom: So, when do I get my first assignment?
Nathan: When I decide you're ready.