I always figured when I got older, God would sorta come inta my life somehow. And he didn’t. I don’t blame him. If I was him I would have the same opinion of me that he does.
Carson Wells: You know… I counted the floors from here to the street. There’s one missing.
Man who hires Wells: [Rolling his eyes sarcastically] We’ll look into it.
Man who hires Wells: Did I say you could sit?
Carson Wells: No, but you strike me as a man who wouldn’t want to waste his chair.
Carla Jean Moss: Sheriff, was that a true story about Charlie Walser?
Ed Tom Bell: Who’s Charlie Walser? Oh! Well… uh… a true story? I couldn’t swear to every detail but it’s certainly true that it is a story.
Yeah, I’m going to bring you something, alright. I decided to make you a special project of mine. You ain’t going have to come looking for me at all.
Here last week they found this couple out in California. They rent out rooms for old people, kill’ em, bury’ em in the yard, cash their social security checks. Well, they’d torture ’em first. I don’t know why. Maybe the television set was broke.
And by anybody I mean any swingin’ dick.
Carson Wells: Call me when you’ve had enough. I can even let you keep a little of the money.
Llewelyn Moss: If I was cuttin’ deals, why wouldn’t I go deal with this guy Sugar?
Carson Wells: Oh, no, no. You don’t understand. You can’t make a deal with him. Even if you gave him the money he’d still kill you just for – inconveniencin’ him. He’s a peculiar man. You might even say that he has principles. Principles that transcend money or drugs or anything like that. He’s not like you. He’s not even like me.
Llewelyn Moss: He don’t talk as much as you, I give him points for that.
Alright then. Two of ’em. Both had my father in ’em. It’s peculiar. I’m older now than he ever was by twenty years. So in a sense he’s the younger man. Anyway, first one I don’t remember too well but it was about meeting him in town somewhere, he’s gonna give me some money. I think I lost it. The second one, it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin’ through the mountains of a night. Goin’ through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin’.
Never said nothin’ goin’ by. He just rode on past… and he had his blanket wrapped around him and his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin’ fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. ‘Bout the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin’ on ahead and he was fixin’ to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold, and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up…
Gas Station Proprietor: Well… I need to see about closin’.
Anton Chigurh: See about closing.
Gas Station Proprietor: Yessir.
Anton Chigurh: What time do you close?
Gas Station Proprietor: Now. We close now.
Anton Chigurh: Now is not a time. What time do you close?
Anton Chigurh: And you know what’s going to happen now. You should admit your situation. There would be more dignity in it.
Carson Wells: You go to hell.
Anton Chigurh: [Chuckles] Alright. Let me ask you something. If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?
Carson Wells: Do you have any idea how crazy you are?
Anton Chigurh: You mean the nature of this conversation?
Carson Wells: I mean the nature of you.
Wendell: [Viewing the desert crime scene] It’s a mess, ain’t it, Sheriff?
Ed Tom Bell: If it ain’t, it’ll do till the mess gets here.
Anton Chigurh: What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?
Gas Station Proprietor: Sir?
Anton Chigurh: The most. You ever lost. On a coin toss.
Gas Station Proprietor: I don’t know. I couldn’t say.
[Chigurh flips a quarter from the change on the counter and immediately covers it with his hand]
Anton Chigurh: Call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Call it?
Anton Chigurh: Yes.
Gas Station Proprietor: For what?
Anton Chigurh: Just call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Well, we need to know what we’re calling it for here.
Anton Chigurh: You need to call it. I can’t call it for you. It wouldn’t be fair.
Gas Station Proprietor: I didn’t put nothin’ up.
Anton Chigurh: Yes, you did. You’ve been putting it up your whole life, you just didn’t know it. You know what date is on this coin?
Gas Station Proprietor: No.
Anton Chigurh: 1958. It’s been traveling twenty-two years to get here. And now it’s here. And it’s either heads or tails. And you have to say. Call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Look, I need to know what I stand to win.
Anton Chigurh: Everything.
Gas Station Proprietor: How’s that?
Anton Chigurh: You stand to win everything. Call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Alright. Heads then.
[Chigurh removes his hand, revealing the coin is indeed heads]
Anton Chigurh: Well done.
[the gas station proprietor nervously takes the quarter with the small pile of change]
Anton Chigurh: Don’t put it in your pocket, sir. Don’t put it in your pocket. It’s your lucky quarter.
Gas Station Proprietor: Where do you want me to put it?
Anton Chigurh: Anywhere not in your pocket. Where it’ll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin. Which it is.