pillow. Ooh!
Kill kitty.
Kill kitty.
Oh, what a clever boy.
Eat the cat.
Yum, yum, yum.
I think you're ready.
Uh-oh, here comes trouble.
Eat the pussycat.
There's a good chap.
Operation Feline Protection
under way.
I'm on it. Hoo-hoo!
Yeah, yeah.
Oops.
Bon appйtit.
Here, kitty, kitty.
Come to Rommel.
Where are you,
my little furry friend?
Hello, Rommel.
Eat kitty.
No, no kitty, Rommel.
But we have something
better to chew on.
No kitty?
That's right: No kitty.
Bring Lord Dargis's
new trousers, please.
Pig, the trousers!
Uh, trousers.
Thank you, Sam.
And now, Rommel,
how about
a nice tug of war?
Yeah.
Ooh! Lord Dargis
better watch out
next time
Rommel's on the loose.
Hello, Smithee.
You're in good spirits today,
sir.
Yes. For some reason I feel
a great burden has been lifted.
A burden, sir?
What do you make of
my new suit, Smithee?
Hmm?
Oh, very smart, sir.
Oh, Smithee, I've invited Miss
Westminster for tea on Monday,
and it's extremely important
she feel welcome.
Why don't you bring up a bottle
of the very best champagne?
And set out
the Prince Royal china,
silver service.
You know the type of thing.
Very good, sir.
Uh, trousers.
Yes, I'd like to speak
to Miss Westminster, please.
Hello, Rommel.
Did we enjoy
our little snack, then, hmm?
Trousers.
Ah, Miss Westminster...
Trousers!
Care to pop over
and have a little...
Oggy! Oggy! Oggy!
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Oggy! Oggy! Oggy!
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Isn't this fantastic?
Yeah.
Who ordered the pasta?
- Oh, it's for the kitty.
- Oh, good Lord.
What gruel is this?
Quite right, old boy.
They must have given me yours.
Garfield, since when
do you say no to lasagna?
You do realize I'm a cat,
don't you, sir?
You know, he doesn't
seem like himself.
He's probably
just a little jet-lagged.
I suppose I should probably
force down a bite or two
to keep up my strength.
Oh. It does have
a unique texture.
So, Liz, I don't know
if you've noticed,
but I've been
kind of anxious to, um...
Why am I clapping?
I'm sorry.
What were you saying?
Oh, spot on.
Never have I tasted its equal!
Oh!
Oh, Garfield,
that's gross!
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, "Fear Factor"?
Intestines? Spleen?
I'm the king, right?
Prince, actually.
Same difference.
I rule, yes?
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.
Hmm. Carrots make
everything better,
and it can't hurt lasagna.
What the heck is?
That was close.
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?
We're preparing
the royal lasagna, sire.
Unless you prefer
another dish.
Did you say "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?
"Let them eat lasagna. "
What did Neil Armstrong say
when he landed
on the moon?
"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.
Where's the flour?
Who's got it?
I need a mixing bowl.
One large mixing bowl.
And someone to mix it.
Thank you.
Much obliged.
Sheba, did you remember
to wash your hooves?
Ladies... thank
you so much.