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Anchorperson :
The animals are said to have suffered a mild
seasickness, but now are back to eating the finest
calf's liver.
Garfield : Oh, boy. Must be sweet. My tummy's upset.
May I have some liver? Boy, I wish Jon was a queen.
Maid : Housekeeping.
Garfield : Okay, blockhead, time to bust out of here
and catch up with Jon. First, let's
grab some chow,
before I eat your liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
Sorry, we left a bit of mess in the bath room. Thanks.
Garfield : Take the picture. Take the picture. Take
it! Take it! Take the picture!
Garfield : Excuse me. Did you see a couple of people
who look like they might be tourists? Oh, I know this
drill. They won't crack up,
no matter what you do. Hey, Freeze-Frame, your
knee's on fire. Hmm. I know I can get this guy. No,
seriously, your zipper's down. Hey, Dry Goods. Yeah.
Anybody ever tell you look like Tina Turner? That was
effective.
Coachman : Her Majesty, the Queen of England!
Garfield : What's all the
hubbub ?
Guard : Attention!
Garfield : Hey, Odie, look, it's those royal corgis.
Hey, lady, you got any leftover liver? Stuck-up little punk.
Oh, I know she heard us. They had the top down. Odie?
Odie? D'uh-oh! Odie, no! Don't do the
ugly-American thing!
The British's coming! The British's coming! Well, you
made him crack anyway.
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