Jon: Stuffing your face as usual… Garfielf: I gotta have a good meal. Jon: Garfield, you fat cat! You are so big and fat! Why are you so fat?! Garfielf: I eat, Jon. It’s what I do. It’s time to kick Odie off the table. (he looks at Odie with a malicious intent) Jon: Don’t do it, Garfielf! That’s our pet dog Odie! Garfielf: You’re going into orbit, you stupid mutt! (Odie is kicked into “orbit”) Jon: GAAAAAAARFIIIELD!!! Garfielf: Time for a nap. I’m a cat who loves to snooze. Jon: GARFIELD, YOU LAZY CAT! (his voice echoes across the room) Garfielf: I hate alram clocks. (he smashes an “alram clock” next to his bed with his fist) I’m am hungry, I want some lasaga. (a thought bubble with lasaga inside hovers next to him) Jon: You’re eating us out of house and home, Garmfield! Garfielf: Enough with the Chit Chat, lets get some grub going! (grub time…) Jon: Where are the three-cheese pizzas? Garfielf: I ate those food. Jon: Where are the taco shells? Garfielf: I ate those food. Jon: Where did all the Hamburger Helper go? (Garfielf lets out a big burp) Jon: You’re such a bad kitty! that’s it! I’ve had it with you! that does it! I’m done! that’s the last straw, Grarfileld!