(Garfield, Jon Arbuckle and Dr. Liz Wilson are at the vet. Garfield is on the checkup table with Jon next to him and Liz is holding a paperboard with Garfield's results.)
Liz: Garfield, we have some bad news.
Garfield: Aw, someone got a case of the Mondays?
Liz: You have type-two diabetes.
Jon: Oh, Garfield! Your love of lasagna was your undoing!
Liz: Actually, his astoundingly irresponsible owner was his undoing.
Jon: Whoa. Garfield plays by his own rules, Liz.
Liz: We need to remove all four feet.
Garfield (Worried): What? Hands too?
Liz: You don't have hands, Garfield. You're not people. You're a pet with no job or income who somehow manage to consume enormous quantities of Italian cuisine year after year.
Jon (Sighs): How much is this going to cost?
Liz: Oh, about $2,200.
Jon: Uh, no. No.
Garfield (Upset): Jon?
Liz: You did this to him!
Jon: That's like a used car, man! I can't drop that kind of cash into a thirteen year old cat! Uh-uh, no. Nooo. Negatory, good buddy. Not giving you- no.
(Garfield's tombstone that reads "R.I.P. Garfield. Hated Mondays" is seen outside Jon's house pans to the inside of the house to see Jon with his hands behind his back and Garfield II sitting on the table.)
Jon: What's it gonna be, Garfield II?
(Jon pulls out dried food in his left hand.)
Jon: Dried food? Or...
(Pulls out a plate of spaghetti and meatballs in his right hand.)
Jon: Spaghetti and meatballs!
(Jon puts the spaghetti and meatballs behind his back and shakes the bag of dried food in front of Garfield II. Garfield II raises his paw and meows.)
Jon: Excellent. I knew you'd make the right choice.
(Jon drops the dried food and gives Garfield II the spaghetti and meatballs.)