Hmm, is this a Big Lebowski thread, because if it is, let's get it started right:
DUDE: Another Caucasian, Gary.
VOICE: Right, Dude.
STILL STARING DOWN AT THE BAR:
DUDE: Friends like these, huh Gary.
GARY: That's right, Dude.
The pop song on the jukebox has ended; someone puts on Tumbling Tumbleweeds.
A man saunters up to the bar to take the stool that Walter vacated. He is middle-aged, amiable, craggily handsome--Sam Elliot, perhaps. He has a large Western-style mustache and wears denims, a yoked shirt and a cowboy hat. . .