The second Tim Conway stepped into that scene, you could already feel it coming. That slow walk, the squint, the pauses that stretched just a little too long — it was like watching a setup you knew was about to explode. And right there next to him, Harvey is doing everything he can to hold it together… and failing spectacularly. The outlaw’s already cracking, the room starts to shake with laughter, and Conway just keeps pushing it further — slower, quieter, more ridiculous with every second. That’s what made it magic. No rush, no noise — just perfect timing and the kind of control that turns silence into chaos. By the end, nobody’s in character anymore. Not Harvey. Not the cast. Not even the audience. Just pure, unstoppable laughter.