Garfield: I'm getting out of this tree if it kills me
Garfield: (POOMP!)
Garfield: Gee, that didn't hurt at all
Jon: What are you doing with the ice pick, Garfield?
Garfield: (stab, stab, stab, stab, stab)
Garfield: The only way to eat peas
Jon: Oh
Garfield: Well, hello there, good-looking
Garfield: Say, that're you doing tonight?
Garfield: How about coming to my place for dinner?
Garfield: Say, how about popping over to my place for a late-night snack?
Garfield: Ha-ha-ha. You needn't be afraid of little ol' me
Garfield: If you like, you can bring a friend and we'll have dessert, too
Jon: GO GET'IM, GARFIELD
Mouse: (squeak!)
Garfield: Oops!
Garfield: Everyone stand back! Give him some air
Garfield: Artificial respiration might help
Garfield: Okay, go, boy
Garfield: Phew! For a minute there I thought I was out of a job
Jon: Come on, Garfield. Let's go see your vet
Jon: She sure is cute
Garfield: Why is it every time he gets a hot flash, I have to go to the doctor?
Jon: How about a date, doc?
Liz: I'd sooner die
Jon: Well don't do that
Garfield: Nothing like a snappy comeback to save face
Jon: How about a date, sweetheart?
Liz: That's doctor to you
Jon: Okay, how about a date, doctor sweetheart?
Jon: Tell me, doc
Jon: Do you make house calls?
Liz: It's not the veterinary medicine I mind. It's some of the animals I have to work with
Jon: Tell me, doctor, what do you suggest for an animal who's madly in love?
Liz: I usually prescribe neutering
Liz: We'll make an appointment for Garfield's next check-up in about six months
Jon: What if there's an emergency?
Liz: Then you can call me day or night
Jon: Come on, Garfield. Let's go home and play in traffic
Garfield: That's not funny
Garfield: (crash!)
Garfield: (smash!)
Garfield: (leap!)
Garfield: (splat!)
Garfield: Take that!
Jon: Bath time!
Jon: Chuckle chuckle
Jon: Okay, who put oatmeal in the soapbox?
Garfield: Well, sprinkle me with brown sugar and call me for breakfast
