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
Now, be nice to my date. She might be sensitive about her weight. How'd she get in here? Through the garage door? Her name is Bertha. Figures. She's a lovely person. You can't judge a book by it's cover, you know. And you can't judge aship 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
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
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
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