He’s still eating the nuts or whatever and tries to flip the coin one-handed, the coins wayward trajectory causes him to attempt to catch it with the nut-holding hand. The nuts fly all over the place and the coin falls to the ground. Anton and the attendant both awkwardly search for the coin and find it at the same time. It has landed heads.

With regained composure and a cashew on his shoulder he hasn’t noticed, Anton attempts to continue his mind games with the attendant.

Anton - “That doesn’t count”

Attendant - “Like hell it doesn’t!”

Anton tries to pick up the coin, but the attendant is able to grab it first due to the fact it happened to land a little closer to him.

Anton - “Give that back. It doesn’t count.”

Attendant - (clutching the coin protectively to his chest) “It sure as hell does too count! I win!”

Anton - (struggling to keep his cool) “Look, no it doesn’t. We have to re-flip it.”

Attendant - “Says who?”

Anton, while staring vacantly at the attendant, decides this is too much trouble for what it’s worth and frustratedly releases a huff of air through his nostrils. An exasperated and flustered Anton leaves the attendant with the coin, still with cashews stowing away on his shoulder, and as he pushes through the door to leave, awkwardly stumbles on the door jamb.