Uh-oh. Ahh! A nutritious snack! Please spare me, Mr. Cat! I've got a wife and six kids! Who...uh...are away visiting my mother for an indefinite period of time?... Fish who live in glass houses shouldn't fib.
Today's program is brought to you by a product we couldn't care less about. We're being cancelled at the end of the season, so it hardly matters anyway... Hey, Petey Everett from third grade...BITE me! Too bad it's ending...it's gettingbetter.
...so I said, "it's gotta be brie, baby, or nothing at all..." Uh-oh...here comes your human...hide me! STUFF! On guard, I see. Keep up the good work! SLAP! GULP Mouse! Are you still there?! Barely. I have a death grip on youruvula
Wow! Look at that pretty girl in the water, Garfield! I'll get her attention! SHARK! YAAAHHH! EEEEK! YAAA! Look...here she comes! SLAP! How dare you panic all those people! Well, it can't get any worse than this. You called?
Look, a card from Dr. Liz, the vet...it's time for your checkup! Oh, boy! Maybe she'll find something WRONG with you! Then we can go back to see her again and again! Can you just feel the love in the room?
OK, Garfield, we're at the vet's. Now behave yourself. And remember, the fish tank in the waiting room is NOT a buffet. That means the bib, lemon wedge and drawn butter stay in the car. You are no Mr. Fun, you know that?
Hmm...I see you have a birthday coming up. Birthdays don't "come up". They jump on you like a brown bear on a picnic basket, like a gorilla on a tire swing. like a fat clown on a mini tramp... Like bags on a cat's eyes!
You HAD to change seats, didn't you? I couldn't see with that fat gux in front of me. But this is the front row! My eyes are crossing. At least we won't get nosebleeds. My neck is stiff. And if those sprinklers go off, we'll drown!
Pretty scary movie,, huh Liz? If you get too frightened, feel free to throw your arms around me. RAAAHHHHRR!!! My knight in shining armor. suck suck suck suck suck suck More like your sissy in double knit.
Thank you for the movie, Jon. You're very sweet. And I'd just like to say... HONK! HONK! HONK! GARFIELD! If you don't stop honking that horn, I'm going to rip it out off the steering column and shove it up your nose! SLAM! Hello?
S'matter, hon? Unlucky at love? You can tell? Yeah, you have that look. What look is that? You look like you're having coffee in a siut with your cat in a diner on a saturday night. The woman is psychic.
I remember back on the farm, we had an electric toy train that ran around the Christmas tree. Then one year Doc Boy licked the track. He glowed for three days. I take back everything I said about him no being very bright.