Ed Tom Bell: I was sheriff of this county when I was twenty-five years old. Hard to believe. My grandfather was a lawman; father too. Me and him was sheriff’s at the same time; him up in Plano and me out here. I think he’s pretty proud of that. I know I was.

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.

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.

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 Chigurh?
Carson Wells: No 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. He’s a peculiar man. You could 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.

Carla Jean Moss: Llewelyn?
Llewelyn Moss: Yeah?
Carla Jean Moss: What are you doing, baby?
Llewelyn Moss: I’m going out.
Carla Jean Moss: Going where?
Llewelyn Moss: There’s something I forgot to do, but I’ll be back.
Carla Jean Moss: And what are you going to do?
Llewelyn Moss: I’m fixin’ to do something dumber than hell, but I’m going anyways.

Carla Jean Moss: I got a bad feeling, Llewelyn.
Llewelyn Moss: Well I got a good feeling, so that should even out.

Carson Wells: [Wells sits back and studies Moss] What do you do?
Llewelyn Moss: I’m retired.
Carson Wells: What did you do?
Llewelyn Moss: Welder.
Carson Wells: Acetylene? Mig? Tig?
Llewelyn Moss: Any of it. If it can be welded I can weld it.
Carson Wells: Cast iron?
Llewelyn Moss: Yeah.
Carson Wells: I don’t mean braze.
Llewelyn Moss: I didn’t say braze.
Carson Wells: Pot metal?
Llewelyn Moss: [annoyed] What did I say?

Llewelyn Moss: If I don’t come back, tell mother I love her.
Carla Jean Moss: Your mother’s dead, Llewelyn.
Llewelyn Moss: Well then I’ll tell her myself.

Ed Tom Bell: You ride Winston.
Wendell: You sure?
Ed Tom Bell: Oh I’m sure. Anything happens to Loretta’s horse, I can tell ya I don’t want to be the party that was on board.