Pride Comes Before a Two-Outer
As the dealer got the pot right, Thorel stood up from his chair to gloat to his friends nearby about what a good spot he'd put himself in. We know what happens to people who gloat, don't we, children? That's right, the binked fourth street right there, drawing a loud cry of "Nooooo!" from Thorel as he spun away from the table. The filled out the board, and Thorel proceeded to berate first the dealer, then his opponent for several minutes. He finally ended the discussion with "You play so bad," as he splashed his departing chips into the pot one by one. It wasn't a pleasant display of poker etiquette, but it's the sort of thing you become accustomed to in these environments.
Thorel is down to about 30,000 after that divine nine took about half of his stack.