Don't move, not an inch. Bourne, this is the end of the line. You make one move towards...

John Reynolds: Don't move, not an inch. Bourne, this is the end of the line. Lawrence Bourne III: You make one move towards me, and I'll signal my friends down there, and they'll blow us both to kingdom come, and, hey, wait a minute! John Reynolds: I tell you what I'm going to do, I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to skin you, and I'm going to use your shin bone for a pencil box. Ain't nobody around this time, Bourne. It's just you, me, [John thumbs his knife's edge] John Reynolds: and Mike. Lawrence Bourne III: Well, that's fair. John Reynolds: Stand up. Lawrence Bourne III: You know, there never was a time when brains didn't triumph over brawn. John Reynolds: Let's see what you've got, boy. John Reynolds: Oh, I've got brains. [Looks up at the sky] John Reynolds: Is that a Russian Mig-25? Lawrence Bourne III: [Looks up at sky and lowers his knife] Where? Lawrence Bourne III: [Knocks John over the bridge railing and into the river] John Reynolds: Gol Durn! Lawrence Bourne III: [Dives into the river] Whoa!