Jon: Given the choice, Garfield, would you rather be rich or famous
Garfield: You're talking to a cat here, fella. All I need is a warm lap, some good food and a little attention
Jon: I guess a cat wouldn't care about either
Garfield: I'd rather be rich
Jon: Here're some salad and dressing, Garfield. You may mix then to your taste
Garfield: (gluk, gluk, gluk)
Jon: How was it?
Garfield: Could've used more dressing
Jon: It's time you boys learn where the fire exit is
Jon: In case of fire, go straight to your swinging pet door. Got that?
Jon: I'd better give them a little test
Jon: FIRE!
Jon: Clever me
Garfield: Jon must be cleaning the heating grate. I wonder what grates are for, anyway
Garfield: Oops!
Garfield: Obviously, they're to keep one's house from eating one's cat
Garfield: Silly me had to fall into the heating vent. Now here I am residing deep within the bowels of my home
Garfield: Forced to spend my remaining days fending for myself in the tin tunnels of the duct word, the solenoid jungle of the wiring system and the polyvinyl chloride playground in the crawl space
Garfield: Hey! I think there's a book somewhere
Garfield: Meyow!
Jon: GARFIELD?! WHERE ARE YOU?
Garfield: I'm in the plumbing
Jon: WHAT CAN I DO?
Garfield: Just don't flush the toilet
Garfield: Hey, Odie! I'm trapped in the heating vent. Help me out
Garfield: A hacksaw - great!
Garfield: Unnngh
Jon: Garfield... where are you
Garfield: Down here in the floor joists, plotting your untimely demise
Garfield: Free at last!
Garfield: There is something to be said for brute force
Garfield: It is usually followed by brute stupidity
Garfield: (Z)
Odie: Bark!
Odie: Grrrr
Odie: (slurp!)
Garfield: (Z)
Odie: (zip!)
Garfield: You can growl in my face. You can lick my head but if you touch my food, consider yourself dead
Garfield: Whew, not much room left
Garfield: I'll have to decide between the blueberries or cheese for dessert
Mouse: I hear the blueberries are lovely this time of year
Jon: Why haven't I ever seen talking food before
Mouse: Because you're as dumb as you look
Garfield: Oh, yeah
Mouse: Touché
Garfield: I can't believe I'm talking to a cheese
Mouse: Neither can I
Mouse: I wish I were a cat instead of a mouse
Garfield: Never be ashamed of what you are. We must all accept our plight in life and make the best of it
Mouse: You're not on the business end of the food chain
Garfield: Good point
Mouse: I have a confession to make
Mouse: My mother was a lemming
Garfield: What's a lemming
Mouse: A gerbil with suicidal tendencies
Garfield: My condolences
Garfield: So you're half lemming
Mouse: Yes, my mother always had the urge to cast herself off a cliff into the sea
Mouse: Awk!
Mouse: Darn you, mom
