[With all his focus going into understanding Gale over the din of the saloon, Arthur doesn't take much notice of his appearance. In fact, the words issue forth from more of a Gale-shaped swirl than anything.]

Ahh, nice enough folks here, you just gotta-- [Whatever he has to do is lost the moment Arthur hears "nickel."]

A nickel? [It sounds as if Gale may as well have spit on Arthur's boot.] Who taught you how to gamble, the pope? [He shakes Gale by the shoulders for emphasis.] Five dollars, professor, says I hit that bottle clean. Don't cover your eyes this time if you wanna get a good look.