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 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 he's apparently won while Chigurh starts out]
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.
[Chigurh leaves and the gas station proprietor stares at him as he walks out]
