Quotes

Garfield on the Town

Garfield: [sees his mom leaving Jon's front porch, last line] Thanks Mom, for everything.

[first lines]
Garfield: [waking up] Good morning, Morning. Guess I'll get up, wake Jon, exercise... unless, of course, that floor is cold. I hate cold floors. I'm not getting out of bed if that floor is the slightest bit chilly.
[He places one finger on the floor ever so slightly and cringes]
Garfield: Yii! It's freezing! Too bad.
[sighs]
Garfield: ...I'm hungry.

Ràoul: I've never seen one of them before. Part house, part cat. Must be one of them housecats.

Jon Arbuckle: I'd like to place an ad, please. Lost: beautiful orange-striped tabby cat of the big-boned persuasion. Answers to the name Garfield. When found, he'll probably be hungry. His favorite dish is lasagne, but he'll take pretty much any pasta dish; maybe a nice cavatini, heavy on the meat sauce. Please call Jon Arbuckle anytime at 555-7272. A generous reward is offered. So how much will that cost.
[eyes bug out]
Jon Arbuckle: Oh, I see. In that case, let it read, Lost: fat orange tabby cat. Reward.

[Garfield and Odie have demolished Jon's house as they chase each other through it]
Jon Arbuckle: Boys, boys, boys. Just look at this room. What am I going to do with you two? Giving you away at the supermarket comes to mind.
[Garfield and Odie both look increasingly traumatized by everything that Jon says:]
Jon Arbuckle: A one-way ticket to the city pound seems like a good idea. Right now, even taxidermy sounds terrific. I work and slave for you, and do I get any thanks for it? No, I don't! What do I get? A demolition derby in my living room!
[Garfield and Odie nod toward each other]
Jon Arbuckle: That's it, Garfield. This is not normal for you. You're hyperactive, and that's serious. I think it's time for a trip... to the vet!
Garfield: [traumatized] No, no! Not the vet!

Garfield: [to his shadow] Well, shadow, I guess it's just you and me. Let's take 'em!
[his shadow suddenly makes a panicky motion and runs off]
Garfield: Good idea. Wait for me!
[runs after his shadow]

Garfield: I'm sorry I let you down, Mom.
Garfield's Mom: Oh, there's nothing to be sorry about, Garfield. Not all of us are cut out to be mousers.
Garfield: I'll say.

Garfield's Mom: And um, this is Raoul... y-your brother
Ràoul: [in a drunken stupor]
[coughing and hacking]
Ràoul: Wow man... that's the first time I ever seen one of them... "part cat, part house"... must be one of them "house cats"... hehe... that's pretty good.. "house cat"
[more coughing and hacking]
Garfield: House cat, hysterical, so listen, everything cool? Uh, maybe we can hang out sometime..
Ràoul: Pardon me bros I gotta catch a few more Zs...
[passes out in a pile of bottles in a crate]
Garfield: This is so great, I'm just having a ball
Garfield's Mom: Raoul isn't well...
Garfield: I'm not doing that good myself

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