Our next course is a halibut from Maine
lovingly glazed in an orange-cranberry
I have an awkward question for you, Lillian.
Is that halibut actually from Maine?
Your butler, Poopers, just said it, but I assume he was japing.
Poopers, is that halibut from Maine?
I can almost smell the bearded fisherman who caught it.
Get rid of that poison!
Garfield, remove this atrocity at once!
I apologize one thousand-fold.
You're quite handsome when you throw out food
a dog has spit out.
Oh, thank you, Chair.
Do you ever wonder what it would be like to taste
one tiny, little bite?
I know I do, but I'm not as brave as you.
Maybe you could try it and tell me what it's like.
No, I could never!
It's an unpardonable offense
to eat that which is designated for the upstairs.
I must throw it in the garbage.
I'd love to see just one small morsel
in your perfect little mouth.
[scoffs]
Well, I...
guess I could have one little nibble.
Yes.
It's like a flaky little cloud!
What did you say this was called, again?
- Food. - Well, if this is food,
then I'm glad to have tried it.
It makes working for gruel that much more rewarding,
knowing that real food is going to its rightful place, upstairs.
Well, I surely enjoyed watching you do it.
Well, then I am glad to have danced with the fire.
[psychedelic music]