This here’s Miss Bonnie Parker. I’m Clyde Barrow. We rob banks.
You know what you done there? You told my story, you told my whole story right there, right there. One time, I told you I was gonna make you somebody. That’s what you done for me. You made me somebody they’re gonna remember.
Now Ms. Parker, don’t you believe what you read in all them newspapers. That’s the law talkin’ there. They want us to look big so they gonna look big when they catch us. And they ain’t gonna catch us. ‘Cause I’m even better at runnin’ than I am at robbin’ banks! Shoot, if we’d done half that stuff they said we’d done in that paper, we’d be millionaires by now, wouldn’t we? But Ms. Parker, this here’s the way we know best how to make money. But we gonna be quittin’ all this, as soon as the hard times are over. I can tell ya that. Why just the other night, me and Bonnie were talkin’. And we were talkin’ about the time we’re gonna settle down and get us a home. And uh, she says to me, she says, “You know, I couldn’t bear to live more than three miles from my precious Mother.” Now how’d ya like that, Mother Parker?
Alright. Alright. If all you want’s 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. You know it and that’s why you come along with me. You could find a lover boy on every damn corner in town. It don’t make a damn to them whether you’re waitin’ on tables or pickin’ cotton, but it does make a damn to me.
Why? What’s you mean, “Why?” Because you’re different, that’s why. You know, you’re like me. You want different things. You got somethin’ better than bein’ a waitress. You and me travelin’ together, we could cut a path clean across this state and Kansas and Missouri and Oklahoma and everybody’d know about it. You listen to me, Miss Bonnie Parker. You listen to me.
…the truck drivers come in to eat greasy burgers and they kid you and you kid them back, but they’re stupid and dumb, boys with big tattoos all over ’em, and you don’t like it… And they ask you for dates and sometimes you go… but you mostly don’t, and all they ever try is to get into your pants whether you want to or not… and you go home and sit in your room and think, when and how will I ever get away from this?… And now you know.
I don’t think he’s lost. I think the bank’s been offerin’ extra reward money for us. I think Frank just figured on some easy pickins, didn’t ya Frank? You’re no Texas Ranger. You’re hardly doin’ your job. You ought to be home protectin’ the rights of poor folk, not out chasin’ after us!
Honey, c’mon, I wanna talk to you for just a minute. Sit down, huh? This afternoon we killed a man, and we were *seen*. Now, so far nobody knows who you are, but they know who I am and they gonna be coming after me and anybody who’s running with me. Now it’s murder, it’s gonna get rough. Now look: I can’t get out now but you still can. I want you to say the word to me, and I’m gonna put you on that bus back to your momma. ‘Cause you mean a lot to me, honey, and I just ain’t gonna make you run with me.
