[Cliff wheeled around his in his seat at the bar when he heard the interjection and, after a brief look, flipped open his own menu and peered at the listing in apparent confusion.]
Wait. You mean it's not some kinda funny cocktail?
[Because, cactus juice. It had to be a funny cocktail.]
[Action at the bar]
Wait. You mean it's not some kinda funny cocktail?
[Because, cactus juice. It had to be a funny cocktail.]