[Arthur can't help but laugh when Gale suggests a nickel will cover a beer.]

If that's the case, we are truly in the wrong establishment. [As for the bottle--] Bottle ain't worth shit. It's about the skill. [He frowns when Gale continues to hem and haw about the wager.]

Look, I don't know why you're bringin' weight into it, I ain't askin' for gold. [An hour ago, he may have been joking. Now? Unclear.] But three dollars, then.