Garfield: I'm strong. I can handle this diet
Garfield: (sniff)
Garfield: Then why do I feel like I've just lost my best friend?
Garfield: Gimme food. Lots of it. And right now
Jon: Yes, sir
Garfield: Two adjectives never used to describe a cat are: “wishy” and “washy”
Garfield: I'm bored... Bored, bored, bored
Garfield: There must be more to life than this. I'm going to find some excitement
Garfield: Yuk!
Dog 2: You're out of your territory, aren't you, fella?
Dogcatcher: Hello there, stray cat
Jon: Where have you been?
Garfield: Cultivating a healthy dislike for excitement
Garfield: In our fast-paced world, relaxation is practically a lost art
Garfield: (Z)
Garfield: Practically
Jon: Here you go, Garfield
Garfield: Table scraps!
Garfield: (SPLAT!)
Garfield: That's dog food
Woman: Aren't you cute
Garfield: Rowr!
Woman: Why, you vicious brute!
Garfield: What happened to “cute”?
Garfield: I wish Jon would get married
Jon: (FWEEEE)
Garfield: The only way he knows my dinner is ready, is when it sets off the some alarm
Garfield: My fear of Mondays is really childish
Garfield: I must learn to face them like a man
Garfield: You first, Pooky
Garfield: What's that you say, little fella?
Garfield: Oh, very well. I'll hold you
Garfield: Pooky needs me
Garfield: (gobble! smack! slurp!)
Jon: Garfield!
Garfield: Uh-oh
Garfield: Stay right where you are or the teddy bear gets it
Garfield: You lead a very special life, Pooky
Garfield: You don't have to fight with dogs. You don't have to sleep. You don't have to eat.
Garfield: I fell sorry for you
