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Garfield :
Listen, Winnebago, if I may call you that. When history
speaks of me, and she will, I want to be remembered as
the ''Party Prince.''
Winston : As you wish.
Marten : You chaps know me. I'm no snob. Right? But
this cat is too much.
Parrot : He's an embarrassment to our whole way of
life.
Marten : Oh, he's a disgrace to the furry race. "My
pillow isn't soft enough. My TV remote won't work."
Winston : Don't get your
knickers in a twist. I know he's a
pain in the neck,
but we just got to keep him safe till Monday.
Garfield : Yeah. My loyal and fragrant subjects,
please. Thank you. Briefly, I hate Mondays. Just hate 'em.
Therefore, I decree, from this day forward, there will
be no more Mondays.
Animals : What? What?
Garfield : Got it? Today is Tuesday, then. Happy
Tuesday, everybody.
Goose : Yeah, I think he's lost it.
Winston : Like I said, we just got to keep him safe
till Tuesday.
Dargis : Hello, Rommel. Ah-ha-ha! I have a present for
you. Prince's favorite pillow. Sniffy, sniffy, Rommel.
Sniffy, sniffy. Ooh, bad pillow. Ooh! Kill kitty. Kill
kitty. Oh, what a clever boy. Eat the cat. Yum, yum,
yum. I think you're ready.
Cow : Uh-oh, here comes trouble.
Dargis : Eat the pussycat. There's a good chap.
Mouse 1 : Operation Feline Protection under way.
Mouse 2 : I'm on it. Hoo-hoo!
Dargis : Oops. Bon appetit.
Rommel : Here, kitty, kitty. Come to Rommel. Where are
you, my little furry friend?
Winston : Hello, Rommel.
Rommel : Eat kitty.
Winston : No, no kitty, Rommel. But we have something
better to chew on.
Rommel : No kitty?
Winston : That's right: no kitty. Bring Lord Dargis's
new trousers, please.
McBunny : Pig, the trousers!
Rommel : Uh, trousers.
Winston : Thank you, Sam. And now, Rommel, how about a
nice tug of war?
Rommel : Yeah.
Marten :: Ooh! Lord Dargis better watch out next time
Rommel's on the loose.
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