Garfield: It's good to be king.
McBunny: Keep still. They're reading Lady Eleanor's will.
Christophe: I've got a bad feeling about this.
Eenie: I can't watch. If Lord Dargis gets the estate, we're done for.
Meenie: We're done.
McBunny: Quiet.
Garfield: I'm the king of the cul-de-sac. That's what I'm talking about. Jon and I have everything I could ever want. Food in the fridge. Cable and satellite. And don't forget, lasagna. That's right. It's good to be king.
Garfield: Come, my pumpkin windbag. We're ready to roll.
Winston: Roll? Where to?
Garfield: You know, to the hotel, to Jon.
Winston: Your master? The one who's leaving you for his new wife?
Garfield: He's not leaving me. It's more of a... temporary insanity thing.
Winston: Garfield, your master started a new life. It's time for you to begin yours. Come on, I wanna show you something.
Jon Arbuckle: Garfield, since when do you say "no" to lasagna?
Prince: ...You do realise I'm a cat, don't you sir?
Prince: Oh well. Back to sleep.
Garfield: Yo, it's lasagna, not shish kebab.
Garfield: You know what, I've got two words for that guy: you're fired.
Winston: If only it were that simple, sire.
