Garfield: I hate November
Garfield: Lifeless trees, bleak afternoons, raw winds...
Garfield: Icy sandboxes
Garfield: (kaboing! kaboing! kaboing!)
Garfield: (kaboing! kaboing! kaboing! kaboing!)
Garfield: Food's fun!
Lyman: (screee!)
Lyman: Four ply, steel-belter, radial retread tenny pumps
Lyman: (zooooom!)
Jon: GARFIELD!!
Garfield: Hmmmmm a little nippy outside today
Jon: (tap, tap, tap)
Garfield: But I gotta get some exercise
Garfield: I can wait
Garfield: Might as well get it over with
Garfield: And then again...
Jon: MAKE UP YOUR MIND!
Garfield: Some people have anxiety attacks. Some people have gas attacks
Garfield: I have nap attacks
Garfield: (zzzzz)
Garfield: NAP ATTACK!
Garfield: (fump!)
Jon: I've hear of catnaps, but this is ridiculous
Garfield: NAP ATTACK!
Garfield: (CRASH!)
Garfield: Whoever thought a nap attack could hurt?
Garfield: My tuna pâté could use some salt
Garfield: Oops! Here comes another nap attack
Jon: There you have it. Garfield's passion for food is only exceeded by his passion for sleep
Garfield: (zzzzzzzz)
Garfield: Gee, I'd love to stay in bed all day, but I gotta eat sometime
Garfield: (buzz, SAW, SAW, scratch, scratch, CUT, CUT bzzz)
Jon: Why don't you boys go fight or something?
Lyman: Hi, Jon!
Jon: Hi, Lyman
Jon: I'm starved! What's to eat?
Jon: Nothing. I'm eating the last of the food
Jon: (zzzzz, snort!, zzzz)
Jon: (mmmph!)
Jon: ARRRRRRRRGGH!
Garfield: Sleeping people are fun
Jon: I love lasagna
Garfield: So do I
Garfield: (gobble! gobble! gobble! gobble!)
Jon: I love cats. I wanted a cat... So what do I do? I go to the pet store and ask for a cat. What do they give me? ...A lasagna with fur and fangs
Garfield: Cats need a balanced diet
Garfield: Meat, eggs, fruit, bread, vegetables...
Garfield: And an occasional Boston fern for dessert
Garfield: Oh no! Jon got a rocking chair!
Garfield: As long as there is one rocking chair left in this world, not cat's tail is safe
Jon: MY ROCKING CHAIR!
Garfield: Your kindling
