really old

Winston: Oyez, oyez. Prince XII has returned.

[ducks trumpet]

Garfield: Thank you windbag, for that flobbering introduction. Hello, everybody!

[animals look in astonishment]

Garfield: Hey, listen up...

[flicks Winston's nose]

Garfield: is this an audience or a landscape? Okay, great to be back here at the palace. I look out, I see a sea of... of dumb barnyard animals. I'm here in your country to break up a romance between the guy who owns the house I live in and a girl who's way out of his league. I know that whatever it is that you have, there's some sort of affliction that produces this glazed look behind your eyes. I hope you defeat it. Wish I could take everybody home with me. Thank you.

[walks away]

Garfield: I killed.

Winston: Very funny, sire. Well done.

Nigel: I didn't realize it was amateur hour.

Eenie: What's up with Prince?

Christophe: Oh, he's on the catnip again.

I, Claudius: Hold on, chaps! Have I got news for you!

McBunny: What's the word, Claudius?

I, Claudius: Dargis is going to bulldoze the barnyard and feed us to the tourists!

Nigel: Let him try. He'll have to deal with these fists of fury first, wouldn't he?

[animals complain]

Winston: Calm yourselves, everyone. We're alright as long as Prince is alive.

McBunny: Well, obviously, that feline is not Prince, you idiots!

Preston: He's not even a cat formerly known as Prince.

[animals argue]

Winston: Wait, he doesn't have to be Prince. He just has to look like him. If he fooled me, he'll fool them.

McBunny: But what's to stop Dargis from getting rid of this cat too?

Winston: McBunny's right. We must protect this cat at all costs. Our fates rely on it.

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.