Every Western has a scene where The Dragon picks a fight with the hero in the saloon, right?
Rather than fight, the two cowboys argue over the Good Cowboy archetype, concluding with:
Bob: Since we're both good guys, neither of us can draw first. I'll count down from five. Five, four, three— Rex: I thought it was just (being) heterosexual. Bob: No, it's Confident Heterosexual. Rex: Oh ... I didn't know that. Bob: [bites his lip] Well, don't worry, I'm just gonna shoot the guns out of your hands. Rex: I'd rather you shot me in the heart. Bob: You know I can't do that. Five, four — Rex: [muttering] Confident... Bob: Three, two — Rex: Uh, look, Bob, I can't fight you today. M-maybe tomorrow. Or Thursday. Yeah, Thursday'd be good. I'll see you then. [flees the saloon]
And the way the townsfolk turn on Rex as he flees in shame. "FREE THINKER!"
When Peter downs his shot of "warm gin with a human hair in it":
Peter: Hey! Where's my hair?! Bartender: It's in there.