Marmaduke's lazy aloofness and barely-suppressed disdain for humans are explained away by his owner-boy (who is desperately trying to save face in front of a schoolyard chum) as a sign of intelligence. Which is probably true, but we are once again reminded of the fundamental truth at the heart of nearly every installment of Marmaduke: Marmaduke is an asshole.

Marmaduke's owner-lady attempts to argue her way out of a traffic ticket using logic that points to either astonishing stupidity, enormous balls, or some combination thereof.

Marmaduke wants his owner-man to know that the TV needs to be fixed, and clearly doesn't give two shits if owner-man is otherwise engaged.