Garfield: I love you, coffee; you make me glow.
Garfield: You make me smile. I love you so.
Garfield: My nerves don't like you, but what do they know?
Garfield: Now for a strong cup of coffee
Garfield: Now for a good night's sleep
Garfield: Now for a brisk bout with insomnia
Garfield: What's that rumbling? The ground is shaking!
Garfield: Oh no! It's them!
Garfield: There's no way out! I'm trapped like a rat!
Garfield: Arrrgh!
Jon: I got you a new friend, Garfield. He even talks
Garfield: Oh, goody
Cat robot: Will you play with me
Garfield: Why, of course little buddy
Garfield: Let's go play with Jon's power tools
Garfield: I wonder what this bag of sawdust has to say
Cat robot: Feed me, feed me, feed me, feed me, feed me
Garfield: He does have a certain charm
Garfield: Imagine, the nerve of Jon giving me a dummy as companion. What kind of an intellectual dwarf does he think I am
Cat robot: Practice of the Aristotelian mean would have a significant positive effect on the world institutional environment
Garfield: Oh, shut up
Jon: Your little friend here is certainly cute, Garfield
Garfield: (stomp! stomp! stomp!)
Garfield: Little friend or not, there's something to be said for the diplomatic removal of competition
Garfield: What's this?
Jon: Here's an interesting article about the ancient practice of cannibalism
Garfield: Lovely
Garfield: Can you imagine what life was like then?
Garfield: Traveling salesmen were called “meals on wheels”
Garfield: Having the boss over for dinner had an entirely different meaning
Jon: It says here certain tribal societies also ate cats
Jon: I can hear a dinner complaining “Oh, waiter, there's a flea collar in my soup”
Garfield: That's not funny
Garfield: Maybe I wouldn't hate Mondays so much if I didn't have this calendar here to remind me
Jon: That hamburger is mine, Garfield
Garfield: It's mine
Garfield: Let's see if you want if after I stomp it, lick it and shed on it
Jon: You win, Garfield. You can have it
Garfield: I don't think I want it now
Garfield: (pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! pop!)
Jon: Let me guess. You're going tree climbing, right?
Garfield: How did you know?
Jon: I wish you understood my every word, Garfield
Jon: I could tell you I love you
Garfield: I understand how you feel
Garfield: I love me, too
Jon: I love it when you cuddle up to me, Garfield
Jon: What a warm and wonderful gesture
Garfield: My nose was wet