Man 1: Did you whistle at my girl?
Jon: No, sir. I didn't
Garfield: Rowr!
Man 1: It was my cat! It was my cat!
Jon: Well, I hope you're happy
Garfield: It's been a long time since I heard a good “splut”
Garfield: (punt)
Odie: (splut)
Jon: Garfield, I wouldn't say you're fat
Jon: But Herman Melville wants to write a book about you
Jon: (SPLUT)
Garfield: Uh-oh! Too hard!
Garfield: Why haven't those eggs come down? Maybe they stuck to the ceiling. Maybe I should look
Garfield: (splut)
Garfield: No one knows the trepidation I feel knowing somewhere out there is a “splut” with my name on it
Garfield: Oop!
Garfield: (SPLUT)
Jon: Surprise, Garfield!
Jon: There are prizes at the bottom of the cat food
Garfield: BANZAI!
Garfield: (munch, munch)
Garfield: (munch, munch)
Garfield: (tweet, tweet)
Garfield: (tweet, tweet)
Garfield: Just what is prowling? Let me show you
Garfield: This is walking
Garfield: This prowling
Garfield: Nobody knows just why cats love to prowl at night
Garfield: (BONK!)
Garfield: And neither do I
Garfield: Say there, little lady, what are you doing out on a night like this?
Dog: Going for a stroll
Garfield: You'd better stay by old Garfield's side. The night is fraught with peril
Garfield: Nighttime is magic to cats. Cats are very comfortable with darkness
Garfield: (KLUNK, KLUNK)
Garfield: Especially if their darn flashlights don't work
Garfield: What should I do this weekend?
Garfield: I think I'll just sit around and blink a lot
