Garfield:
Careful. That's high-quality American cardboard you're tossing around in there. Beautiful, fellas. Hang the plasma over the slip-and-slide.
Winston:
Sire, a word?
Garfield:
Jowls, my lad. Guess what your enlightened, all-powerful ruler has brought to the castle.
Preston:
Oh, I can't wait to hear this.
Winston:
Don't tell me, a Renaissance painting.
Garfield:
Foosball, you know, foosball.
Winston:
Fo-fo-fo-foosball?
Preston:
What do you think this is, a pub?
Garfield:
Just because we don't have opposable thumbs, doesn't mean we don't play bargains.
Winston:
Yes sire, but I feel your life is in danger.
Garfield:
Listen, Winnebago, if I may call you that. When history speaks of me, and she will, I wanna be remembered as the Party Prince.
Winston:
As you wish.
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