GRRROOWLL rrrr - Doughnuts! - MUNCH MUNCH CHOMP SMACK - More! I must have more! - MORE! - MOMMY! - POW - Garfield? Stop me! Stop me before I snack again!
1 March 1987
WOOF! - Back off, you dumb mutt, or I'll scratch your... - ankles off.
2 March 1987
- ARRRGH! - It was only a dream! It was only a dream! It was only a dream!
3 March 1987
Garfield, I just don't know what I see in you. It is a bit overwhelming, isn't it? - You're rude, obnoxious, fat, selfish, egotistical, and totally devoid of any charm. - I AM NOT EGOTISTICAL
4 March 1987
Arlene, I think it's time we get serious. You do? - Yes, serious about getting that gap between your teeth fixed. - The truth hurts.
5 March 1987
YAWN - ARRRRGH! -
6 March 1987
I love it when Jon loves a cake. - 'cause I get to lick the icing out of the bowl. - GARFIELD!! Of course, he'd prefer I wait till AFTER he's iced the cake.
7 March 1987
* - FFT! BANG! UGH! Rats! The washer's broken! - Com on, Garfield, we have to go to the laundromat. - NO, JON! PLEASE ANYWHERE BUT THERE. - You know what that place is like! Especially on weekends. - I'll get him for this.
8 March 1987
Garfield, you need more vegetables in your system. What are you going to do? Drive a carrot through my heart? - Here, have some spinach. OH-NO! - GASP! CHOKE! COUGH! Stop being melodramatic, Garfield.
9 March 1987
Eat your spinach, Garfield. - It's good for you. - Well, now that's more like it!
10 March 1987
Have some spinach, Garfield. - Sure, and let's garnish it with a big box of raisins. - ZIP! I HATE THEM TOO!
11 March 1987
Spinach. - It tastes bad. It looks bad. - SPLUT! It even sounds bad.
12 March 1987
Yuck! Spinach! - - Garfield! You ate all your spinach! Not really. It's in the saltshaker.
13 March 1987
I hate spinach. - It's green, it's slimy. - And it looks like it's moving.
14 March 1987
SMACK! You used all the hot water again. - La la laaah - * - - - - SLAM! - Isn't that disgusting? Just look at that, Reba! I'm looking! I'm looking!
15 March 1987
RRINNGG! - Hello? Iuh, I think you have the wrong number. - But...would you care to make it the right number, songbird? This is a lonely man here.
16 March 1987
So what's your name, sweet thing? I can't believe Jon! - How about a date? Trying to get a date with a wring number. - Tomorrow at seven? Great! A DESPARATE wrong number.
17 March 1987
Garfield, I'd like you to meet my date. - MOMMA MIA! - What's with your cat? He's, uh, terrified of daisies.
18 March 1987
ship by its hull.
19 March 1987
Bertha, I'd like you to meet Garfield. - He could use some meat on his bones. - Affectionate sort, isn't he? He's a sucker for sweet talk.
20 March 1987
Think, Jon, think. There's gotta be SOMETHING nice to say to your date. - My, your teeth are round. I eat a lot. - You don't say! No! Really!
21 March 1987
nobody says you have to step on it. TO ARMS! TO ARMS! This should be cute. - I remember when I liked mice.
22 March 1987
Now don't make a bad impression on my date. Don't worry, Jon. I'll leave that up to you. - Ready for dinner, Bertha? - Is the sky blue? Do cats hate dogs?
23 March 1987
around here? You have to get to your table first. That's a stupid rule.
24 March 1987
And how would madame like her steak? - Just run the steer by the table and I'll grab off a hunk! - HAW! HAW! HAW! HAW! HAW! HAW! Et tu, Garfield?
25 March 1987
Boy, I couldn't eat another bite. Would you like my... - SHOOP! - rrrr rrrr I guess we don't need a doggie bag.
26 March 1987
How was your meal, Bertha? GREAT! THANKS! SLAP! SPLUT! - Just be thankful she didn't hate it.
27 March 1987
It was nice meeting you, Bertha. I hope you had a good time. - OH, I had a wonderful time! mmmph! - How was your date? I think I made an impression on her.
28 March 1987
Garfield, let's get ready for our walk. - Maybe lightning will strike me, and save me the humiliation.
29 March 1987
Garfield, meet the newest member of our family, Sweety Bird. - I just know you two are going to get along famously, right, Garfield? - Right, sure. Uh, would you happen to have a light for my cutting torch?
30 March 1987
Hello, I'm Sweety Bird. I sing sweet happy songs to brighten your morning. - BRIGHTEN MY MORNING?! DO YOU WANT TO BRIGHTEN MY MORNING?! - Then you can march out of that cage and crawl between two slices of bread. JON!
31 March 1987