Bonnie and Clyde

Hey, boy!

What are you doing with my mama's car?

Wait there!

Ain't you ashamed?

Trying to steal an old lady's automobile?

Oh, come on, now, what are you talking about?

I've been thinking about buying me one.

Bull!

You ain't got money for dinner, let alone buying a car.

Well, ma'am, I'll tell you something.

I've got enough money for a Coca-Cola...

...and since it don't look like you're going to invite me inside...

You'd steal the dining room table if I did.

You want to go into town with me? How would that be?

I'm going to work, anyway.

You're going to work? What kind of work do you do?

None of your business.

I'll bet you're a movie star.

A lady mechanic.

A maid?

What do you think I am?

A waitress.

What line of work are you in? When you're not stealing cars?

I tell you, I'm looking for suitable employment right at the moment.

Oh, yes, but what did you do before?

I was in State Prison.

State Prison?

Well, I guess, some little old lady wasn't so nice.

It was armed robbery.

The things that turn up in the street these days.

What do you all do for a good time around here? Listen to the grass grow?

I guess you had a lot more fun up at State Prison.

I tell you. You see my right foot?

I chopped two toes off that foot with an axe.

What! Why?

To get off of work detail. You want to see it?

I surely don't intend to stand here in the middle of Main Street...

...and look at your dirty feet!

Boy, did you really do that?

What's it like?

What do you mean, prison?

Armed robbery.

It ain't like anything.

Shoot. I knew you never robbed any place, you faker.

Bet you wouldn't have the gumption to use it.

You just wait right here and you keep your eyes open.

What's your name?

Clyde Barrow.

Hi, I'm Bonnie Parker. Pleased to meet you.

Hey, hey, slow down, slow down.

Take it easy, you've got my hand trapped.

Cut it out! Cut it out!

All right, now.

I might as well tell you right off. I ain't much of a lover boy.

That don't mean nothing personal about you.

I never saw no percentage in it.

Ain't nothing wrong with me. I don't like boys.

Boy! Boy! Boy!

"Boy," what?

Your advertising is just dandy.

Folks would never guess you don't have a thing to sell.

You'd better take me home now.

- Now, wait a minute. - Now don't you touch me.

All right, all right...

...if all you want is a stud service, you get on back to West Dallas,

...and you stay there, the rest of your life.

You're worth more than that, a lot more than that,

...and you know it, and that's why you're comin' along with me.

You could find a lover boy on every damn corner in town.

It don't make a damn to them if you're waiting on tables or picking cotton,

...but it does make a damn to me.

Why?

Why, what do you mean why? Because you're different, that's why.

You know, you're like me. You want different things.

You've got something better than being a waitress.

You and me traveling together, we could cut a path clean across this state...

...and Kansas and Missouri and Oklahoma, and everybody would know about it.

You listen to me, Miss Bonnie Parker. You listen to me.

Now, how would you like to go walking into the dining room...

...of the Adolphus Hotel in Dallas...

...wearing a nice silk dress and have everybody waiting on you?

Would you like that? That seem like a lot to ask?

That ain't enough for you. You've got a right to that.

When did you figure all that up?

The minute I saw you.

Because you may be the best damn girl in Texas.

You were born somewhere around east Texas, right?

Come from a big old family.

You went to school, of course, but you didn't take to it much...

...because you were a lot smarter than everybody else...

...so you just up and quit one day.

Now, when you were 16... 17, there was a guy who worked in a...

Cement plant.

Right, cement plant. And you liked him,

...because he thought you were just as nice as you could be.

You almost married that guy, but then you thought no, you didn't think you would.

So then you got your job in a cafe.

And now you wake up every morning and you hate it.

You just hate it. You get on down there and you put on your white uniform...

It's pink.

And those truck drivers come in there to eat your greasy burgers and...

...they kid you and you kid them back but they're stupid and dumb boys...

...with their big old tattoos on them, and you don't like it.

They ask you for dates and sometimes you go, but you mostly don't because...

...all they're trying to do is get in your pants, whether you want them to or not.

So you go on home and you sit in your room and...

...you think, now when, and how...

...am I ever going to get away from this?

And now you know.

Change that. I don't like it.

You're a knock-out!

That ain't ours.

No, but we came in this one.

That don't mean we have to go home in it.

Where have you been keeping yourself?

I slept out by the car.

These accommodations ain't particularly deluxe.

If they're after us, I want the first shot.

Now, you come on out here. We got some work to do.

Sheww! You're good.

I ain't good. I'm the best.

And modest.

Now, see that there now? Set her spinning.

It's all right, all right. Come on, now, try it again.

And try and get, now this time come down slow.

How about that? Now, ain't you something? I tell you.

Look, I'm going to get you a Smith & Wesson. Go in your hand easier. Ok?

Now, I want you to try something now.

No, sir! No, sir!

You all go right ahead.

Used to be my place. But it's not anymore.

Bank took it.

Yes, sir, they moved us off.

Now it belongs to them.

Why, that's a pitiful shame.

You're damn right, ma'am.

Me and him put in the years here.

You all go right ahead. We just come by for a last look.

You all mind?

Hey, Davis! Come on over here!

That's right.

Go on.

Much obliged.

My name is Otis Harris. This is Davis. We worked this place.

How're you? This here's Miss Bonnie Parker.

- Glad to meet you. - I'm Clyde Barrow.

We rob banks.

Look, I don't want you to worry about nothing.

This is going to be the easiest thing in the world.

Your mama could take this bank.

You just be ready if I need you.

What are you waiting for?

This is a stick-up! Just take it easy and nothing's going to happen to you.

Give me the money.

Give me the money.

What money, mister? There ain't no money here.

What are you talking about? This here's a bank, ain't it?

Well, it was a bank, but we failed three weeks ago.

All right, now, you get on out there.

You get on out there and tell my girl.

Come on, you tell her what you told me.

We've got $1.98 and you're laughing!

Let's see now. A loaf of bread, a dozen eggs...

...quart of milk, four fried pies.

Come on now, you sure you ain't got no peach pies?

Get the hell out of here!

Go ahead! Go ahead!

He tried to kill me. Why'd he try to kill me? I didn't want to hurt him.

Try to get something to eat around here,

...and some son-of-a-bitch comes up on you with a meat-cleaver.

I ain't against him.

I ain't against him.

Now, you just tell me what was wrong with that.

Dirt.

Dirt in the fuel line. Just blowed it away.

Excuse me, ma'am, is there anything else I could do for you?

Well, you're a smart feller.

You sure do know a lot about automobiles, don't you?

Yes. I guess I do.

Would you know what kind of car this is?

This is a 4 cylinder Ford coupe.

Sure, sure is.

This is a stolen, four cylinder Ford coupe.

Hey, you ain't scared, are you?

I believe he is.

That's a pity now. We sure could have used a smart boy like that...

...who knows such a great deal about automobiles.

Hey, you a good driver?

Yeah, reckon I am.

No, he's better off here.

What's your name, boy?

C.W. Moss.

I'm Miss Bonnie Parker and this here is Mr. Clyde Barrow.

We rob banks.

There ain't nothing wrong with that, is it?

Clyde, he ain't the one. Let's go.

You think you got the guts for our line of work?

What are you talking about? I spent a year in reformatory.

A man with a record.

I know you got the nerve to short change old ladies coming in for gas...