[Anton has just shot the Man who hires Wells in the throat, and is standing over his body]
[to Nervous Accountant]
Anton Chigurh: Who are you?
Nervous Accountant: Me?
Anton Chigurh: Yes.
Nervous Accountant: Nobody... accounting.
Anton Chigurh: He gave the Mexicans a receiver.
[Anton sighs]
Nervous Accountant: He feels... he felt that the more people looking
[cut-off by Anton]
Anton Chigurh: That's foolish. You pick the one right tool.
Nervous Accountant: I see. Are you going to shoot me?
Anton Chigurh: That depends. Do you see me?