Bret: I understand there's usually a … big game here Saturday night?
Thayer: Upstairs. (points finger and shakes it "No")
Bret: What's the matter - rigged?
Thayer: Doesn't have to be. People in this town are so used to losing to Mr. Phineas King - they do it insinctively (clears throat) instinctively.
Bret: Phineas King, the one who owns the mine?
Thayer: And everything else in Echo Springs … including this, uh … that very excellent whiskey.