What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss? Sir? The most. You ever lost. On a coin...

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]