No Country for Old Men

Anton Chigurh: How much? Proprietor: $0.69. Chigurh: And the gas. Proprietor: [trying to make conversation] Y'all gettin' any rain up your way? Chigurh: ...what way would that be? [starts eating the peanuts] Proprietor: I seen you was from Dallas. Chigurh: What business is it of yours, where I'm from... "friendo"? Proprietor: [confused] I didn't mean nothing by it. Chigurh: "Didn't mean nothing." Proprietor: Just passing the time. If you don't wanna accept that, I don't know what else I can do for you. Will there be something else? Chigurh: I don't know, will there? Proprietor: [minor pause. He clears his throat] Is something wrong? Chigurh: [confused] With what? Proprietor: With anything. Chigurh: [mildly amused, though hardly showing it] Is that what you're asking me? "Is there something wrong with anything"? Proprietor: Will there be anything else? Chigurh: You already asked me that. Proprietor: [pause] Well, I need to see about closing now. Chigurh: See about closing? Proprietor: Y

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Deputy Wendell: This is turnin' into a hell of a mess, ain't it, Sheriff? Sheriff Ed Tom Bell: If it isn't, it'll do until the mess gets here.

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Carla Jean Moss: What're you goin' to do? Llewelyn Moss: I'm fixin' to do somethin' dumber'n hell but I'm goin' anyways. If I don't come back, tell Mother I love her. Carla Jean: Your mother's dead, Llewelyn. Llewelyn: Well then, I'll tell her myself.

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Sheriff Ed Tom Bell: Aw, now that's aggravatin'. Deputy Wendell: Sheriff? Bell: [Gestures to a bottle of milk on the coffee table] Still sweatin'. Wendell: Oh, Sheriff! We just missed him! We gotta circulate this, on radio! Bell: Alright. Then what do we circulate? Lookin' for a man who's recently drunk milk? Wendell: Oh, Sheriff, that's aggravatin'. Bell: I'm ahead of you, there. Wendell: You think this boy Moss has got any notion of the sorts of sons of bitches that're on him? Bell: I don't know, he ought to. He's seen the same things I've seen, and it's certainly made an impression on me.

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Man Who Hires Wells: You know Anton Chigurh by sight. Is that correct? Carson Wells: Yes, sir. I know him every which way. Man Who Hires Wells: When did you last see him? Wells: Uh, November 28th of last year. Man Who Hires Wells: You seem pretty sure of the date. Did I ask you to sit? Wells: [sitting down] No sir, but you struck me as a man who wouldn't want to waste a chair.

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Man Who Hires Wells: How well do you know Chigurh? Carson Wells: Well enough. Man Who Hires Wells: That's not an answer. Wells: What do you want to know? Man Who Hires Wells: I'd just like to know your opinion of him in general. Just how dangerous is he? Wells: Compared to what, bubonic plague? He's bad enough you called me. He's a psychopathic killer, but so what? There's plenty of 'em around. Man Who Hires Wells: He killed three men in a motel in Del Rio yesterday, and two others at that colossal goatfuck out in the desert. Wells: We can stop that. Man Who Hires Wells: You seem pretty sure of yourself. You've led something of a charmed life, haven't you, Mr. Wells? Wells: In all honesty, I can't say that charm has had a whole lot to do with it.

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