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Gregg Berger and Lorenzo Music in Garfield's Thanksgiving (1989)

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Garfield's Thanksgiving

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  • Garfield: Well, I might as well see how the ole diet's going.
  • [steps on his scale]
  • RX2: Hello, I'm RX2, your talking scale. I can tell you your weight, your fortune, or just about anything else you would like to know.
  • Garfield: Okay, smarty pants, what's my name?
  • RX2: Judging by your weight, you are Orson Welles.
  • Garfield: Great, her voice chip with a cruel streak.
  • RX2: May I have your autograph, please?
  • Garfield: Oh, shut up. Why is everybody picking on me, and what's wrong with being large-boned, anyway?
  • RX2: I've seen all your movies.
  • Garfield: Hey, how would you like to have your battery removed?
  • RX2: I wouldn't like that, Mr. Welles.
  • Garfield: It's not like I'm all that overweight; I can still see my feet.
  • RX2: I've seen "Citizen Kane" eight times.
  • Garfield: All right, that's it, you're history!
  • [stamps the scale repeatedly till it breaks, then dashes away as his scale beeps]
  • RX2: [drones] Rosebuuuuuuud...
  • Garfield: Hello, what's this?
  • [reads calendar page]
  • Garfield: Take Garfield to vet's today. Oh no! Not - THE VET! Jon *can't* take me to the vet; that's inhumane! The vet thinks she knows what's good for me, good for *her*; but that's bad for me, because what's bad is good for me, but if I go to the vet, and that's bad, she'll prescribe what's good for me and, that's not good! But maybe... if today disappeared, Jon'll forget about his little note.
  • [detaches the calendar page]
  • Garfield: Here, Odie! Wednesdays are good and good for ya!
  • [shoves the page in Odie's mouth]
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: The good news is your cat is as healthy as a horse.
  • Garfield: Hear that, Jon? The woman is a great physician, a specialist!
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: The bad news is he's also big as a horse. He'll have to go on a diet.
  • Garfield: Quack, she's a quack! Get me outta here!
  • Garfield: Pancakes, pancakes the size of Australia, and coffee, yes, Jon, coffee. We wouldn't be the great nation we are without coffee. So do your patriotic duty, Jon Arbuckle, and fix - me - breakfast!
  • [drum beats, then Odie crashes cymbals]
  • Jon Arbuckle: [slightly dazed] I wonder if people with goldfish have this problem.
  • Garfield: Gee, I've been on this diet only ten minutes and I can tell I've already lost something... my sense of humor.
  • Grandma: [as she finishes sawing the turkey Jon failed to cook earlier] Ever had Grandma's famous turkey croquettes, Garfield? *Nothin'* finer.
  • Garfield: Go, Grandma, go!
  • Grandma: [as she rapidly makes the turkey croquettes before Garfield] There now, we'll just put together a little white sauce. A bit o'parsley, drops o'lemon juice, and grated onion. Now add all turkey to white sauce, make some breadin', roll our mixture in the breadin', and deep fat fry!
  • Grandma: [chanting] Deep fat fry, deep fat fry, music to my ears!
  • Garfield: Now *this* is what Thanksgiving is all about.
  • [shoving the groceries in Jon's face while he's driving]
  • Garfield: Thanksgiving is *cookies*! Thanksgiving is pie filling! Thanksgiving is *cole slaw*! Drive carefully, Jon; don't wanna bruise my kumquats. Now wait a minute, wh-where're we goin', Jon? Th-This isn't the way home.
  • Jon Arbuckle: We're going to the vet, Garfield.
  • [Garfield screams in agony, causing Jon to zig-zag recklessly and hit the curb twice in the next shot]
  • Grandma: How's my favorite kitty cat today?
  • Garfield: Better now that you're here, Grandma.
  • Grandma: Aw, you're looking a little thin. Isn't that grandson of mine feedin' you?
  • Garfield: Grandma, I love you, don't ever leave us.
  • Jon Arbuckle: [as Garfield chatters over his upcoming vet visit] Now just relax.
  • Garfield: Want me to relax, take me to Hawaii.
  • Jon Arbuckle: I'm only bringing you to the vet for a checkup.
  • Garfield: Check OUT, Jon. You're only bringing me here to check out the vet. Why don't you marry her, then she could make house calls?
  • Garfield: [seeing Thanksgiving on the calendar page, then describing Thanksgiving to Odie] Hello, what's this? Tomorrow's Thanksgiving! You see that, Odie? Tomorrow's Thanksgiving. That's the day people celebrate having food by eating as much of it as possible.
  • [Odie grunts in question]
  • Garfield: Yes! That's the day when people try to eat every turkey, pumpkin, and cranberry on the face of the earth.
  • [Odie spits out the calendar page that Garfield stuffed in his mouth earlier]
  • Garfield: It's a tradition. And you know how I LOOOVE tradition!
  • Garfield: [Jon dumps a frozen turkey on the table] Yum-yum, turkey on a stick.
  • Grandma: Have you ever seen my split-second cranberry sauce?
  • [she covers Garfield's eyes as she dumps a whole can of cranberry sauce into a bowl, then uncovers Garfield's eyes]
  • Grandma: Too late, ya blinked, Garfield.
  • [laughs]
  • Grandma: And now, for the piece de resistance - pumpkin pie!
  • Garfield: Skip the piece o'resistance, just gimmie a piece o'pie!
  • Garfield: [plodding into the house after his vet appointment] Oh, woe is me. I've been put on a diet, and I'm gonna die.
  • Jon Arbuckle: Garfield, I need help.
  • Garfield: Hm, understatement of the year.
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: So Garfield, how's the diet? I see you're still the size of an aircraft carrier.
  • [laughs briefly]
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: Well, as long as I'm here I may as well check you for vitamin deficiencies; I don't want you to become anemic.
  • Garfield: Don't forget beri-beri, rickets, and scurvy, too, Doc.
  • Jon Arbuckle: [putting on pants in his closet after Liz notices he's not wearing them] Thanks for telling me I wasn't wearing any pants, Garfield.
  • Garfield: Oh sure, blame it on the pet.
  • Jon Arbuckle: [as he hurriedly staggers back to the door, trying to get a pant leg on] Come on, I want you to be nice to my dinner guest.
  • Garfield: First I have to be a fashion consultant, now I have to be an actor.
  • Grandma: [after arriving to cook Thanksgiving dinner after Jon's failed attempts] Have cooking utensils, will travel.
  • [laughs, then heads to the kitchen to shoo Jon away so she can cook Thanksgiving dinner herself]
  • Grandma: Well, what're you standin' there for, boy? Get in there and spark your young lady friend, and *leave* the kitchen to Grandma. Shoo, *shoo*!
  • [returns to the kitchen]
  • Grandma: Now, where's the patient?
  • Garfield's Singing Voice: [singing; sung during the opening and closing credits] Do the mashed potato, do the candied yam, do the funky turkey 'cause it's time to jam. If you don't wanna dance, baby, that's all right, do some non-stop shopping, to work up an appetite. Make your Thanksgiving one whole meal, 'cause the more you eat, the more grateful you are gonna fee-eeeeeeeeeeeeel.
  • Garfield: Thanksgiving... humbug. What good is it if you're on a diet?
  • [Goes to the stove counter and coats the vegetables with garlic powder sneakily]
  • Garfield: Huh, if I can't enjoy Thanksgiving, nobody will.
  • Garfield: [after Liz permits him to skip his diet and start him on mild exercise] I'm free, I'm free, I can eat! Oh, joy; oh, rapture; oh, no!
  • Jon Arbuckle: [it's Thanksgiving morning and the second day of Garfield's diet; cheerfully] Good morning, Garfield! Sleep well?
  • [Garfield hisses and draws his claws as if to scratch Jon, but he lowers arm leniently]
  • Jon Arbuckle: Well, aren't we nasty today? Save your energy, Garfield. Nothing you do can spoil my good mood! It's Thanksgiving, and I have a dinner date with a *dream boat*! Oh, and which reminds me, she'll be here in about three hours, so I'd better get the ole turkey outta the freezer!
  • Garfield: [seeing Jon thump a second frozen turkey on the counter] Hey Jon, another frozen dinner.
  • Jon Arbuckle: Everything's ruined, Garfield. What can I do? I'm doomed. Liz will never speak to me again.
  • Jon Arbuckle: [Garfield drags out a phone] Very funny, Garfield; I can't feed Liz this.
  • Garfield: Jon, you nitwit!
  • [drags out record album]
  • Jon Arbuckle: This is Grandma's favorite record, should I play it for Liz?
  • [Garfield drags out heart shaped pillow]
  • Jon Arbuckle: This pillow Grandma crocheted is very comforting, Garfield, but it still doesn't solve the problem with dinner.
  • [Garfield drags out a purple sweater]
  • Jon Arbuckle: I'm not cold, Garfield; why did you drag out the sweater Grandma made for me last Christmas?
  • Garfield: Last chance!
  • [takes out framed photo of Grandma]
  • Jon Arbuckle: I know, I'll call Grandma! She'll know what to do! Oh-ho, Jon, you're a genius!
  • Garfield: If he had a brain he'd be dangerous.
  • Jon Arbuckle: Interestingly enough, it was Abraham Lincoln who officially proclaimed the last Thursday of November as Thanksgiving in 1863, you see. Now get this: in Canada, they celebrate Thanksgiving, *too*, but it's *not* on the fourth Thursday of November. They celebrate it on the second Monday of October. Isn't that wild?
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: [yawning] I have no idea.
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: That was a *wonderful* meal. Thanks for inviting me, Jon.
  • Jon Arbuckle: Same time next year?
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: Mm-hmm, that'd be nice. I'll be here before the meal, but after the history lesson.
  • Jon Arbuckle: [seeing Garfield and Odie sitting on the couch lazily] Well, it was a great day! And judging by the looks of you two and your bellies, I'd say you had a great day, too. I know one thing I'm thankful for today!
  • Jon Arbuckle, Garfield: Grandma!
  • [Odie barks]
  • Jon Arbuckle: Well, let's take a little walk and try to work off some of this food, boys.
  • [Garfield groans and manages to scoot himself off the couch, but Odie can't get off because he ate too much Thanksgiving dinner]
  • Grandma: How about some sweet potatoes?
  • [Garfield blows a raspberry]
  • Grandma: Oh now, come on, Garfield! You've never had Grandma's sweet potatoes.
  • Garfield: This is true.
  • Grandma: A cup of butter, a cup of brown sugar, and some marshmallows!
  • Garfield: Starting to like 'em already!
  • [last lines]
  • Jon Arbuckle: Come on, Odie, come on boy.
  • [whistles, then realizes Odie's eaten too much]
  • Jon Arbuckle: Oh no, not you too. I suppose we'll have to put you on a diet as of right now.
  • Garfield: [blows whistle, reenters wearing a camouflage cap] All right, Odie, gimmie ten!
  • [Odie barks and stands at attention, but smiles]
  • Garfield: And wipe that stupid smile off your face!
  • [Odie snarls]
  • Garfield: Come on, soldier, I said down and ten!
  • [Odie gets down and does push-ups]
  • Garfield: And one-and-two, and one-and-two! Are we having fun yet? One-and-two, and one-and-two!
  • Grandma: Now, I'll just slip quietly out the door, Garfield. You tell that young lady of his that she couldn't find a better man than Jon, and she'd better not blow it, or she'll have to answer to me. Oh, and Garfield - eat a piece of pie for me.
  • [leaves]
  • Garfield: [sighs as Grandma starts up her motorcycle and drives away] They just don't make 'em like that anymore.
  • Garfield: [as Liz runs down a list of diet foods, and mentions fiber as Jon tries to hold his breath to implore Liz to date him] Fiber's for sweaters!
  • Jon Arbuckle: Here, Garfield, have some food.
  • [as he lowers Garfield's bowl containing a lettuce leaf]
  • Jon Arbuckle: According to your diet, you get this.
  • Garfield: That's it? That's all, just one scraggly piece of lettuce?
  • Jon Arbuckle: Oh, I'm sorry, Garfield. That's not what you get.
  • Garfield: Well, I should hope not.
  • Jon Arbuckle: [tears the lettuce in half] You get HALF a leaf of lettuce.
  • Garfield: [clearly dissatisfied] That's better.
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: [sniffs] Mmm, something smells.
  • Jon Arbuckle: Oh, that's just a little Thanksgiving dinner I whipped up.
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: I was afraid of that.
  • Jon Arbuckle: Make yourself comfortable, Liz. I need to slip into the kitchen and take care of a few last-minute details.
  • Garfield: Yeah, like finding something to eat.
  • Garfield: [as Jon tries to hit on Liz] I can see this relationship is off to a roaring stop.
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: O-kay. I'll go out with you.
  • Jon Arbuckle: Really?
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: I can't stand to see a dumb animal suffer.
  • Jon Arbuckle: Great! Uh, oh, uh, uh, uh, how about tomorrow, at my place? I'll fix a big Thanksgiving dinner; you're gonna love it!
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: Well, at least we won't be seen in public together.
  • Jon Arbuckle: And then this weekend, we'll...
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: [glares] Don't push it, buster!
  • Jon Arbuckle: [sheepishly] Okay.
  • [leaves the room]
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: Mr. Arbuckle!
  • Jon Arbuckle: [reappearing] Yes?
  • Dr. Liz Wilson: [pointing to Garfield] You forgot your cat.
  • Jon Arbuckle: My cat? Oh, my cat!

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