Jon Arbuckle:
[dries Prince with a towel]
Mr. and Mrs. Jon Arbuckle... Liz Arbuckle... Elizabeth Arbuckle.
Prince:
Listen, you dolt. There's been a coup d'etat. Attempted murder most foul. I am Prince XII of Carlyle.
[smoothens fur]
Prince:
[to Odie]
You there, with the wise and thoughtful look. Hello. Convince this man there's been a mix-up.
Jon Arbuckle:
[comes out of the bathroom with a blow-dryer]
Garfield, I want you to be at my wedding party.
Prince:
Wedding party?
Jon Arbuckle:
Think you can hold a basket of flowers in your mouth?
Prince:
Enough with the frooming, you dunce. My subjects face mortal jeopardy.
[gets off the bed]
Prince:
[to Odie]
Dog, approach.
[Odie approaches Prince]
Prince:
We must plan my escape, and I'm relying on your expedience and cunning.
[Odie begins chasing his tail]
Prince:
[sighs]
Okey-dokey, new plan.
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