'Here, last week they found this couple out in California. They rent out rooms to old people, kill 'em, bury 'em in the yard, cash their social security checks. Oh, they'd toture 'em first. I don't know why. Maybe their television set was broke. And this went on until, here, I quote "Neighbors were alerted when a man ran from the presmises wearing only a dog collar." You can't make up such a thing as that. I dare you to even try. But that's what it took, you'll notice, to get somebody's attention. Diggin' graves in the backyard didn't bring any.'

Wendell bites back a smile. Sherriff Bell gazes at him over his glasses for a long beat, deadpan.

'That's all right. I laugh myself sometimes.That ain't a whole lot else you can do.'

- Ed Tom Bell, No Country For Old Men