I'd like to enter Garfield in the cat show. Okay. Hmmm, lesee here, hmmm. I'm sorry, but we don't have a "fat" division. Let me at him!
1 April 1980
Hi, what have you got there? This is Monarch, a registered ruddy abyssinian. He's in the grand champion division with 1400 CFA points...what's that? This is Garfield. He's...uh sort of yellowish orange and he's got stripes. I've neverbeen so embarrassed.
2 April 1980
Cat shows are disgusting. Imagine, pitting one cat another on a physical basis. This is all so phony. Judge
3 April 1980
Cat Show Darned if my competitive nature didn't get the best of me again.
4 April 1980
And the winner of the household cat division is... GARFIELD! Congratulations, Garfield! Did you ever think you could win a cat show? Does a baby go goo?
5 April 1980
I've solved the case, captain. The murderer is... We interrupt this program to tell you there's a thunderstorm coming into the area. How dare they break into my favorite TV show for a weather report! I'm calling the station to givethem a piece of my mind!
6 April 1980
BONK! Garfield hates mondays. I hate mondays.
7 April 1980
You're great, Garfield. You're warm, furry, cuddly, and... If you say "cute" I'll scratch your eyes out.
8 April 1980
I think I'll step into the next room and have a nervous breakdown.
9 April 1980
What's warm and fun to lie in... And must be chased, but can't be caught? -
10 April 1980
Okay, Garfield. What've you done? WHAT'VE YOU DONE?! WHAT'VE YOU DONE?! I love mental games.
11 April 1980
plip! plip! I don't like raisins in my cereal. plip! I KNOW! I KNOW!
12 April 1980
Leave that chicken leg alone, Garfield. It's mine. SMACK! WHACK! SPLAT! It's things like this that tend to diminish my enthusiasm for a cat.
13 April 1980
Uh-oh, Garfield wants in! tap tap WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! When I want in, I want in NOW.
14 April 1980
TWEET TWEET SPROING! -
15 April 1980
VARRROOM! B-B-B-B-VOOM! BAROOM! meyow VROWMMM! SCREEEE! VOOM! VOOM!
16 April 1980
Television should be more informative. Television should be more intellectually stimulating. I'm going to start a movement for more socially aware TV programming! Just as soon as I'm finished watching "The Beach Creature Annoys SandraDee".
17 April 1980
I think you're missing the point of our walks, Garfield. -
18 April 1980
Hey there, good-looking. I don't believe I've seen you around here before. Do you believe in love at the first sight? Where have you been all my life?
19 April 1980
I'm bored. I'm sick of being cooped up in this house all day. LET ME OUT! I NEED SPACE! -
20 April 1980
How about a date. doc? Okay. Are you going out with me because of my charm, or my good looks? It must be your charm. Bingo.
21 April 1980
You're not going to stand me up again, are you, doc? Really...why are you going out with me? You amuse me. I'll settle for that. Don Juan dazzles another love-struck waif.
22 April 1980
This is is great. I have a date with Liz. I'll finally have her all to myself. Just her and me. And kitty makes three.
23 April 1980
What do you have planned for us tonight? First we'll jet to a Hollywood premiere and reception with the stars. Then have an intimate dinner at a posh restaurant followed by an evening of dancing at a private club topped off with bubbly onthe beach at sunr
24 April 1980
What's the movie tonight? The Sludge Monster Meets Vermin Man. Never heard of it. We've seen it eight times. Go Sludge Monster!
25 April 1980
Thanks for going out with me tonight, Liz. I'm sorry Garfield came along. He's a little overbearing at times. But, at any rate...I'd like to...uh...it was...I mean...er...uh... Kiss her, you dip.
26 April 1980
Stand aside, little lady, I'll stop the traffic for you. HOLD UP! VOOM! My hero.
27 April 1980
Face it, Garfield... You aren't the kitten you once were.
28 April 1980
I'm making some really great soup for supper, Garfield. Something's wrong here. And now some seasoning... I don't like the sound of this. BATH TIME! I've been duped again!
29 April 1980
'm really going to get you clean today, Garfield. scrub scrub scrub scrub What's this? One of my stripes, you bimbo.
30 April 1980