Sporting Goods Clerk: Tent poles?
Llewelyn Moss: Mmm-hmm.
Sporting Goods Clerk: You already have a tent?
Llewelyn Moss: Well, somethin' like that.
Sporting Goods Clerk: Well, you give me the model number on the tent, I can order you the poles.
Llewelyn Moss: Nah, never mind. I want a tent.
Sporting Goods Clerk: Well, what kinda tent?
Llewelyn Moss: The kind with the most poles.
Carson Wells: Buenos Dias. I'm guessing this isn't the future you had planned for yourself when you first clapped eyes on that money. Don't worry, I'm not the man who's after you.
Llewelyn Moss: I know that. I've seen him.
Carson Wells: You've seen him, and you're not dead?
Llewelyn Moss: What's this guy supposed to be, the ultimate badass?
Carson Wells: No, I wouldn't describe him as that.
Llewelyn Moss: How would you describe him?
Carson Wells: I guess I would say he doesn't have a sense of humor. His name is Chigurh.
Llewelyn Moss: Sugar?
Carson Wells: Chigurh, Anton Chigurh. Do you know how he found you?
Llewelyn Moss: Yeah, I know how he found me.
Carson Wells: Called a transponder.
Llewelyn Moss: Yeah, I know what it's called. He won't find me again.
Carson Wells: Not that way.
Llewelyn Moss: Not any way.
Carson Wells: Took me about three hours.
Llewelyn Moss: Yeah, well, I been immobile.
Carson Wells: No, you don't understand.