Odie: (BARK!)
Garfield: (pow! pon!)
Garfield: (crack!)
Odie: (crash!)
Odie: (grrrr)
Jon: They don't tell you about these things in the pet magazines
Jon: You're too fat, Garfield
Jon: Why, I'll bet your haven't seen your feet in years
Garfield: I have feet?
Garfield: (crunch)
Jon: I think it's time I put you on another diet, Garfield
Garfield: What ever gave him that idea?
Jon: I'm starting your diet, Garfield
Jon: How would you like this head of cabbage prepared?
Garfield: Deep-fry that sucker
Jon: Boiled it is
Garfield: What we have here is a failure to communicate
Garfield: Hmmm, diet candy
Garfield: Not bad
Garfield: A couple more boxes of those things and I'll be skinnier than a rail
Garfield: This diet I'm on has sure made me week
Garfield: (punt!)
Garfield: Drat, he usually clears the piano
Garfield: I wonder what I'd look like skinny?
Jon: GARFIELD! YOUR DIET!
Garfield: My vanity
Garfield: FOOD!
Garfield: What's this?
Garfield: It appears to be of the crescent roll family
Garfield: A true gourmet never shies away from a new taste treat
Garfield: (smack) A bit dry, but palatable
Jon: Garfield, have you seen my sweat socks?
Garfield: Cats are the world's greatest tree climbers
Garfield: There's only one tiny problem
Garfield: Cats are also the world's worst tree climber downers
Garfield: I've made up my mind. The only way out of this tree is to jump. I may break every bone in my body, but here goes
Garfield: Then again...
Jon: Catch the rope, Garfield!
Jon: Now tie it around your waist and I'll pull you down. Ha-ha-ha!
Garfield: I'll get Jon for that
Jon: There's only one way out of this tree, Garfield
Jon: We'll have to jump
Garfield: Gee, I'd love to but I simply haven't a thing to wear to our funeral
Garfield: Ahem... Me, me, meee
Garfield: MEYOWRRR
Garfield: (bonk)
Garfield: I wonder if this is how Enrico Caruso got his start
Garfield: MEYOWRRRR
Garfield: (clobber!)
Garfield: (clink, clink, clank)
Garfield: MEYOWRR (bink)