Why am I clapping?
I'm sorry.
What were you saying?
PRI NCE:
Oh, spot on.
Never have I tasted its equal!
Oh!
Oh, Garfield,
that's gross!
( laughing )
Please, sir,
may I have some more?
Oh! Does a Great Dane live here?
It's a Carlyle log, my lord:
a savory of liver and spleen
served in a sleeve
of sheep's intestines.
And you're supposed to eat it?What is this, Ў®Ў®Fear Factor''?
Intestines? Spleen?
I'm the king, right?
Prince, actually.
Same difference.
I rule, yes?
WI NSTON:
Yes, Your Highness.
Great. Then feed this
to the humans
and just bring me a piping hot
dish of lasagna, okay?
I'll see to it
at once, sire.
Now it says
we add the ricotta cheese.
Ducks!
You're supposed
to sift
the flour, not sit in it!
Don't yell at us.
We're not the ones who drank
all the cooking sherry.
( hiccups )
( singing )
Hmm. Carrots make
everything better,
and it can't hurt lasagna.
What the heck is...?
( egg splats )
That was close.
WI NSTON:
Now slip in the eggs,
ooze in the tomatoes.
Now stir the
whole thing up
in a bowl and let the bowl...
Okay.
You know what
I'm talking about.
Hold it
right here,
all you animals.
What goes on
here, Winston?
( laughs ):
We're preparing
the royal lasagna, sire.
Unless you prefer
another dish.
Did you say Ў®Ў®dish''?
Lasagna's not
a dish, windbag.
It's a way of life,
a state of being.
Man's one perfect achievement.
What did the Indians serve
to the Pilgrims?
Lasagna.
What did Marie Antoinette
scream to the rabble?
Ў®Ў®Let them eat lasagna.''
What did Neil Armstrong say
when he landed
on the moon?
Ў®Ў®That's one small slice
of lasagna.''
It's not a dish.
It's the stuff of dreams.
It's the food of the gods.
It's what's for lunch.
Yeah, well, the problem is,
it seems we've mucked it up.
You just need a little
guidance, that's all.
( fast-tempo,
surf guitar riff playing )
Where's the flour?
Who's got it?
( caws )
GARFI ELD:
I need a mixing bowl.
One large mixing bowl.
GARFI ELD:
And someone to mix it.
Thank you.
( sneezes, sputters, coughs )
Much obliged.
( group singing pop )
Sheba, did you remember
to wash your hooves?
Ladies... thank
you so much.
Strike. Strike. Strike.
A little outside.
Step on it,
will you?
I need that dough.
Yeah, we'll need
about a half a pound of this.
( squawks ):
What are barnyard animals
doing in the kitchen?
I demand you all leave at once.
This is completely against
my castle health code.
Getting hot in here.
Turn on the exhaust fan,
will you, somebody?
PRESTON:
What are you doing?
Get away from there!
( squawks,
then slams into grate )
GARFI ELD:
Sorry!
Proof more accidents happen
in the kitchen
than any other room
in the house.
Hey, where did
that big ball of dough go?
All I see are magnificent
ribbons of perfection.
Yo, it's lasagna,
not shish kebab.
Taste that.
Is that too
sweet for you?
( grunting )
One time.
( grunts )
( group singing pop continues )
( laughing )
Whoa!
Here comes the parsley.
All right, bring it back.
Bring it in. Bring it in.
Bring it in.
Bring it back, back, back,
back, back, back, back, back. Good.
We need somebody
with a hard head.
Thank you.
( sighs )
It's out of
our hands now.
( inhales deeply )
( growling happily )
( animals exclaiming
with pleasure )
EENI E:
This lasagna's fabulous!
Oh!
That's a bit of
all right, that is.
Those Italians got it right,
didn't they?
Mmm! Oh!
Two cheeses.
That is delicious!
Yeah, not bad on short notice.
It's beautiful!
What'd I tell you?
If you'd just let me be your
king and lead you, all right?
Any more?
CHRISTOPHE: Oh, one more piece.
- EENI E: Oh!
- Would anyone mind if I...?
- I, CLAUDI US: It's mine!
- DALMATIAN: I would!
- I, CLAUDI US: Move!
- WI