Nervous Accountant: Are you going to shoot me?
Anton Chigurh: That depends. Do you see me?
Wendell: That's very linear Sheriff.
Ed Tom Bell: Well, age will flatten a man.
[Sheriff and deputy inspecting the shot Mexicans.]
Deputy: It's a mess, ain't it?
Bell: Well if it ain't, it'll do till the mess gets here.
Llewelyn: You don't need to know everything, Carla Jean.
Carla Jean: I need to know that.
Llewelyn: You keep runnin' that mouth o' yours, I'm gonna take you in the back and screw ya.
Carla Jean: Big talk.
Llewelyn: Keep it up.
Carla Jean: Fine. I don't wanna know. I don't even wanna know where you been all day.
Llewelyn: That'll work.
Carla Jean Moss: I got a bad feeling, Llewelyn.
Llewelyn Moss: Well I got a good feeling, so that should even out.