- Night, night, Mildred.
- Good night, Chauncey.
Bonsoir, Lucius, sweet dreams.
- Good morning, I have extraordinary news.
Theodore Roosevelt, the President of the United States
of America shall be dining at Bellacourt Manor,
and the Bellacourtshave spared no expense.
However, to offset the cost of this,
we shall be cutting backon servant luxuries.
Henceforth, the ratio ofwood chips to your gruel
shall be increased, oatmeal will be considered
a working dinner, and outhouse privileges
will be restricted to every other day.
- Mister Peepers, we hardly eat.
We never sleep.
Garfield's room and board costs more than he makes.
- It's true.
I'm drowning in debt.
- And you're behind on your payment schedule.
- We're being treated worse than prisoners.
At least they get to relieve themselves whenever they want.
- Well then, if you findyourself so very unhappy
in your present circumstances, perhaps you would
prefer the position at the wench prison, but until
that happy day arrives, I suggest you spend less time
holding strong opinions and more time holding your urine.
Do I make myself clear?
- Now scatter!
Scatter in every direction.
We have a president to feed.
Flobelle, one word.