Jon: Let's see how well you've done on your diet this week, Garfield
Jon: Now where's the bathroom scale?
Garfield: I'm sitting on it
Garfield: I hate summer. I gotta beat this heat somehow.
Garfield: Ahhh, Jon's fan...
Garfield: Jon's sunglasses
Garfield: Jon's hat
Garfield: Some ice cubes and Jon's old kiddy pool
Mailman: Mornin' Jon. Here's your mail
Garfield: Labor day, shmabor day. What a dumb day.
Garfield: To hire some jerk, then send him away...
Garfield: To celebrate work by playing all day.
Radio: And that's all for mystery theater. ...Good night.
Jon: (click)
Jon: (click) GARFIELD! CUT THAT OUT!
Jon: What're you doing tonight, Lyman
Lyman: I'm gonna catch the new flick down at the bijou.
Lyman: It's about this kid who puts a tack in his teacher's chair, and she sits on it.
Jon: Not much of a plot.
Lyman: I suppose not. But I still enjoy the movies where the boy gets the girl in the end.
(brinnng)
Jon: Mornin' Lyman
Lyman: Good morning, Jon
Lyman: Ready to go?
Jon: Be right with you
Jon: GARFIEEELD!!
Garfield: (zzzz)
Jon: Rise 'n'shine, old buddy. Time to go jogging!
Lyman: Where's Garfield?
Jon: I think I'll let him sleep in
Garfield: (purrrr)
Garfield: PURRR!
Jon: Have some lasagna, Garfield...
Garfield: (purrrr)
Garfield: Darn bugs
Fly: (buzzzzzz)
Garfield: (swat!)
Jon: (splat!)
Jon: Thanks. I needed that
Jon: Cats make better pets
Lyman: But you need a dog for protection
Jon: I hate to see a grown man cry