(alternate ending)
Butch: 'We're surrounded, Sundance. Police, sherrif, marksmen, the works.'
Sundance: 'I know I should be worried, but listen...'
Butch: 'Worried? We should get armed to the teeth and bust out!'
Sundance: 'Yeah, but listen to the soundtrack. It's so lovely and summery and unhurried. Not a care in the world. I just can't motivate myself for all that violence just now, Butch.'
Butch: '...'
Butch: 'Screw this, I'm busting out!'
Sundance: 'See you on the other side of this bossa, Butch...'
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