QUICK! QUICK! PUT POOKY'S ARM BACK ON! - Relax, Garfield. I'll fix Pooky right up. It's no big deal. - No big deal?! Look, buster. I've never lost a loved one before.1 February 1983 |
 - I sewed Pooky's arm back on as good as new, Garfield. - Yes, but will he ever play the piano again? Me thinks the cat doth expect too much.2 February 1983 |
 You did a pretty good job of sewing Pooky's arm on. - I used small stitches so as not no leave a scar. - I think he's picking on me.3 February 1983 |
 Pooky, when you lost your arm, I got to thinking about our mortality, and that's depressing. - So promise me you'll never lose your arm again, okay? -4 February 1983 |
 I wonder what my fortune cookie is. - Today you will be whisked away to a large white building where all you have to do is lie in bed all day as lots of people pay attention to you and bring you food. - That sounds too good to be true.5 February 1983 |
 - - I can stare anything down. - - - Uh, Garfield, fish can't blink. - Now he tells me...now that my eyeballs are all dried out?6 February 1983 |
 I wonder what awful thing is going to happen to me today? Maybe the sky will fall. Maybe Odie will bring his long lost twin brother home... - - Or worse yet, maybe Nermal will come for a visit.7 February 1983 |
 Oh sure, you're getting all the attention right now, Nermal, But when you grow up you'll be as unloved as I am. - I'm never growing up. Who are you? Peter Pan or something? - I'm a midget. Some cats get all the luck.8 February 1983 |
 If you want to be cute like me, you have to play wit a ball of yarn. That sounds simple enough. - Yours is over there. - I hate him9 February 1983 |
 Nermal, you're so sweet, why don't I just stuff you into this sugar bowl. - Go ahead and try it, fat boy. - Say, Garfield, Where's Nermal? At a humility lesson.10 February 1983 |
 You disgust me, Nermal. - You're a wide-eyed, mindless, little piece of fluff. You're so cute everyone loves you. - Eat your heart out, bozo. I am, I am.11 February 1983 |
 Unk. You've overstayed your welcome. - - Where's Nermal? You know...I was strange, he muttered "unk" and then left without a word.12 February 1983 |
 my tubby toys. - Today, today. - - There now, don't you feel much better? Much.13 February 1983 |
 Are you sure you want to watch this, Garfield? - It's a depressing movie about a man-eating lion that terrorizes a native village. - You root for your side, I'll root for mine. Lion.14 February 1983 |
 I hate movies about man-eating lions. - How can an animal possibly prey on an innocent victim? - Explain that to the chicken you had for dinner.15 February 1983 |
 OH, NO! THE LION RAN DOWN ANOTHER VILLAGER! The original fast-food franchise. - Now what disgusting is the lion doing? - He's spitting the spear out.16 February 1983 |
 Tell me when the lion is finished eating the villager, okay, Garfield? You can look now. - EEEEEK! - He wasn't done yet! Oh, I thought you meant the MAIN parts.17 February 1983 |
 GOOD! They shot the lion! - What do you think of those apples, Garfield? Big deal. - At the gun it was villagers:1, lion:42.18 February 1983 |
 Well, what do you think of the man-eating lion movie? - - You know I hate that, Garfield.19 February 1983 |
 That ice should be good for some yuks. - Ice, one. Odie, nothing. - Watch this. - Air mail! - Have a nice trip, Jon! - OH NO! - MY TOMATO PASTE!20 February 1983 |
 Z - BARK! -21 February 1983 |
 - Oh, a heat vent. - The next best thing to my sunbeam.22 February 1983 |
 - Jogging is much more enjoyable if you have the proper motivation. - Ding Dong ICE CREAM23 February 1983 |
 I'd better save some of this blueberry pie for Jon. To eat it all would be inconsiderate and selfish. - - I am what I am.24 February 1983 |
 This is called a bird feeder, Garfield. - And this is called putting birdseed into the bird feeder. - He can call it what he likes. I call it baiting the trap.25 February 1983 |
 WOW! LOOK AT ALL THIS GOOD FOOD AND NEAT CLOTHING! - This is great stuff. - Stay out of the trash, Garfield. How did you know?26 February 1983 |
 jellybean! I'm going to kill you, Odie! The plot thickens.27 February 1983 |
 I hate mondays. - Maybe if I tore mondays off the calendar there'd be no more mondays. RIP! -28 February 1983 |
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