Man: What's the damage, Mac?
Woody: Oh, just let me figure it up here. That'll be $27.50.
Man #1: Ouch. You sure?
Woody: Yep, you two gentlemen had four peach daiquiris and three creme de menthe frappes. [Cliff laughs]
Man #2: Something funny, dipstick?
Cliff: [turns around] In the paper this morning, yeah, it seems that, oh, the Sarge got tricked by Beetle Bailey again. See, Beetle put some itching powder in his shorts.
Man #2: Uh-huh. Oh, we thought that maybe you was laughing at our drink order.
Cliff: Oh, on the contrary. No, no, no-- Woody, let me have another mocha froth, will you? And keep them coming.