"Dang it, Roy!! Why do you have to bring in your pacifist ways, you hippie!"

"Sorry, Dude, but I hate death more than Ernest. Why don't we just challenge him to a game of cards, or steal everything?"

"Roy, we've talked about this; we're outlaws, we are going to kill somebody at some point, and if we don't do it now, we never will!"

"But Dude... I Love you!! ...But in a brotherly way, like, um, uh, you're the brother I never had!"

"Are we gonna duel some day?"

"Shut up, Ernest!! We're have a brotherly argument! Roy, I love you as a brother as well, but how are we ever gonna become rich when all we know is how to do a fantastic gunfight?"

"...I'm sorry, but I don't want to kill anyone, but I don't want you to die or suffer either... Okay, let's do it right this time."

"Hey, Roy, Listen; I know this is gonna hurt, and you're gonna hate yourself for the rest of your life, but-"

*Click*

"Sorry, guys. But I couldn't help but make use of this. But don't worry; I'll defend your case. Especially since you two deserve a good chance at life."

"...Thank you, Ernest."

*Stab*

"Roy... You did it... You stabbed the lawman... Just so you know, I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Dude. But what's going to happen next? Where'll we go next? Robbing a Train? Robbing a Bank? Where will it end? I'm scared now."

"Roy, we're brothers. And no matter where we go, or what we do, we'll back each-other up. Now let's Ride Boldly Ride; Into the Sunset."

*Picture the Epic Western Song that Closes the Ending*