Jon's father: So long, son. We gotta run. I miss my cows
Jon: Give the my best
Jon: SEE YUH, DOC BOY! THANKS FOR DECORATING MY HOUSE, MOM!
Jon: Hello.. undecorators?
Garfield: Jon is a man of good untaste
Jon: Pillow fight!
Garfield: (WHAP!)
Garfield: You stay here. I'll be right back
Garfield: Ayieeeee!
Garfield: (WHONGO!)
Jon: What did you have in that pillow?
Garfield: I know this six-foot chicken
Jon: Garfield, I'm going to a cartoonists' convention, and the motel where I'm staying won't accept pets
Garfield: Sorry, Odie. You can't go
Jon: Garfield, you are a pet
Garfield: (snap!) Rats! I keep forgetting
Jon: I'm leaving for the cartoonists' convention now, Garfield. There's a week's worth of food for you
Garfield: A week's worth, huh?
Garfield: It was more like 11 seconds' worth
Garfield: I hope Jon comes back from that convention soon
Garfield: I hope I can survive this week on my own
Garfield: (click) I hope that door isn't locked
Garfield: What a tragic scenario... “Owner leaves for week... Cat locks self out of house... Cat starves on front porch”
Garfield: Hey, wait a minute! I control my destiny! I don't have to starve on the front porch
Garfield: “Can starves in bushes”
Garfield: As long as I'm locked out of the house, I guess I'll strike out in search of food
Garfield: Gee, this neighborhood doesn't look familiar to me
Garfield: Oh, no! Where am I?!
Garfield: I gotta figure a way to meet some chicks
Lady cat: You got a problem there, guy?
Garfield: Striking manly poses doesn't seem be doing
Garfield: Rats! There's an alley full of mean guys waiting to beat me up
Garfield: Maybe they won't hurt me if I look mean, too
Garfield: Hey! It's working
Garfield: Someday, I'm going to learn precisely where that fine line is, and I'm never going to cross it again!
Jon: Garfield! I'm back from the convention! Where are you, big guy?... Garfield?!
Jon: Oh, no! This is terrible! Garfield didn't get locked out or anything, did he, Odie?
Jon: Yup
Garfield's mother: Hello, Garfield
Garfield: Do I know you?
Garfield's mother: Let me give you a hint... Sit up straight. Don't talk with your mouth full. Wake up, sleepyhead
Garfield: Mom!
Garfield: It's great seeing you again, mom
Garfield's mother: Yes, it's been a while
Garfield: It seems like only yesterday
Garfield's mother: This was your first bed
Garfield: It has been a while
Garfield: Mom, I don't recognize this place. I thought I was born in the kitchen of an Italian restaurant
Garfield's mother: It closed years ago, darling
Garfield: It's all gone! Where's the pasta? The people? The pasta? The excitement? The paste?
Garfield's mother: You always did love to eat
Garfield: Sniff... Old habits are hard to break
Garfield's mother: Father, this is your grandson, Garfield. He will be staying with us for a while
Garfield's grandfather: If you're going to stay here, boy, you're going to be mouser like the rest of us
Garfield's grandfather: So this is my grandson and your son, huh?
Garfield's mother: Maybe they switched kittens in the maternity ward
Garfield: If I have to be mouser to stay here, grandpa, I'll do it! I have made a name for myself in the mousing game
Garfield's grandfather: Then eat that mouse
Garfield: ARRRGH!!! Please! Don't make me eat it!
Garfield: I'd rather swallow my pride than that mouse
Garfield: (RRRRR) Okay, okay, let's get something to eat
Man: No cats allowed
Garfield: (tap, tap, tap)
Garfield: I've been human for 10 minutes now, but I haven't forgotten my roots