Garfield: I declare this chair the sole property of Garfield the cat
Jon: Move it, Garfield. That's my chair
Garfield: My chair
Jon: My chair!
Garfield: My chair!
Jon: MY CHAIR!
Garfield: MY CHAIR!
Jon: (kick!)
Jon: My chair
Garfield: My cushion
Garfield: ROWR
Odie: GRRR
Garfield: EYOUCH!
Garfield: One should not bare on's claws while lying on them
Garfield: What's this welling up within my soul?
Garfield: By golly, it's my primal urges
Garfield: Civilization as we know it may come to an end now that the claw is here!
Garfield: The claw spots groceries
Garfield: (zip!)
Garfield: What a lousy epitaph... “He shuffled off this mortal coil at the hand of canned goods”
Garfield: The claw spots boy with balloon
Garfield: (pow!)
Boy: WAH!
Garfield: The claw enjoys a cruel at a young child's expense
Garfield: The claw sets out to wreak havoc
Dog: (crash, bam, smash, wham)
Garfield: The claw gets his havoc wreaked by the fang
Garfield: Poor me
Garfield: All alone in the rain... Nobody notices. Nobody cares
Garfield: I think I'll catch pneumonia and die. That'll make'm feel bad
Jon: GARFIELD! GET IN HERE!
Garfield: Everyone needs a good bout with self-pity now and then
Jon: I'm putting you into training, Garfield
Jon: Catch the mouse! Kill the mouse! Chase it!
Jon: I'm disappointed in you. You're just another dumb animal
Garfield: If I wait for the forward thrust to diminish, I should be able to retrieve it at my leisure
Jon: Garfield, where's your windup mousie
Garfield: You didn't...? No of course you didn't
Garfield: (ptooey)
Jon: Get that mouse, Garfield!
Garfield: What mouse?
Mouse: Squeak
Jon: I know it's there. I head it squeak. Now do something about it!
Mouse: Squeak
Garfield: (koink, koink, koink)
Jon: Catch that mouse, Garfield!
Garfield: Now what do I do with it?
Jon: Eat it!
Garfield: Who know where that mouse has been?
Garfield: Why do people expect us cats to eat mice?
Garfield: This mouse could be somebody's mother. This mouse could be a deacon in its little mouse church
Garfield: And one of the fuzzy sucker's bones might get caught in my throat
Jon: Kill the mouse, Garfield!
Garfield: No! I respect my warmblooded brothers and sisters more that that!
Garfield: I'll reserve my abuse for the lower life forms (punt!)
Garfield: Cats can stare anything down
Garfield: I win
Garfield: I win again
Garfield: Uh oh
Garfield: This one's going to be tough
TV 1: Oh Marcia
TV 2: Oh Bob
TV 1: Kissy kissy smooch
Jon: It's time Jon had another date
TV 2: Kiss
