1979-02-01

Jon: If you take one bite of my pie, Garfield, I'll smack your fat little paws

Garfield: If I can't have it, neither can he

1979-02-02

Jon: I'll bet you can't wait to see what kind of cat food you're having for dinner

Garfield: I'll bet can

Jon: Here it comes

Garfield: You can cut the tension with a knife

Jon: LIVER!

Garfield: Oh, hooray, hop about, clap paws, squeal with glee

1979-02-03

Jon: Now I wouldn't say you're fat, Garfield

Jon: But when you sit around the sofa, you sit around the sofa

Garfield: (kick!) Heads, he lives. Tails, he dies.

1979-02-04

Jon: Let's see... iodine, band-aids, gauze, bullwhip, small strait-jacket, helmet, pan, shampoo, gloves, rinse, conditioner, blow dryer, brass knuckles, towel, rope, elbow pads...

Lyman: Garfield's bath day?

Jon: Garfield's bath day

1979-02-05

Garfield: I think I'll do some jogging

Garfield: Okay... Go, feet!

Garfield: Hmmm, reckon the little suckers just weren't in the mood

1979-02-06

Jon: Garfield, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't read over my shoulder

Jon: Read over my shoulder?

1979-02-07

Jon: Stay away from my chicken leg, Garfield

Garfield: Aw, stuff it in your ear

Jon: WHAT WAS THAT?!

Jon: Oh

1979-02-08

Jon: Gee... I wonder which shirt goes better with my slacks

Jon: Lyman, could you give me your opinion on something

Lyman: Sure

Lyman: What can I do for you?

Garfield: Beau Brummel lives

Jon: Forget it

1979-02-09

Jon: He's trying to tell me to turn the heap up

1979-02-10

Jon: Guess what, Garfield? Somewhere on me is a kitty munchie for you

Jon: Maybe that wasn't such a good idea

Garfield: (munch, munch, munch)

1979-02-11

Jon: (nab!)

Jon: I'm going to give you a bath, Garfield

Garfield: You and what army?

Jon: Okay... I give up. You can go

Garfield: (sploosh)

1979-02-12

Garfield: I hate cold floors in the morning

Garfield: Nobody likes cold floors

Garfield: But we cats have to put twice as many feet on them

1979-02-13

Jon: Pets are great to have on cold night

Jon: As long as you don't mind...

Jon: The crowded conditions

1979-02-14

Odie: (bark! yip!)

Garfield: (rowr! ffft!)

Jon: Garfield! Odie! Why don't you boys go outside to fight

Jon: While I lie here and quietly bleed to death

1979-02-15

Jon: Garfield! Get off the piano!

Garfield: Talk about stifling one's creative talents

1979-02-16

Garfield: There's one nice thing about being a cat at the dinner table

Garfield: Everything you touch is yours