Quotes and dialogues
Roger: Oh, must be Cruella, your dearly devoted old schoolmate. Cruella de Vil. That's it!
Anita: Oh, Roger.
Anita: Roger, she'll hear you.
Anita: Let her in, Nanny.
Cruella De Vil: Anita, darling!
Anita: How are you?
Cruella De Vil: Miserable as usual. Perfectly wretched! Where are they? Where are they? For heaven sakes, where are they?
Anita: Who, Cruella?
Cruella De Vil: The puppies! The puppies. No time for games. Where are the little brutes?
Anita: It'll be at least three weeks. No rushing these things.
Cruella De Vil: Anita, you're such a wit. Here, dog, here. Here, dog.
Anita: Cruella, isn't that a new fur coat?
Cruella De Vil: My only true love, darling. I live for furs. I worship furs! Is there a woman in this wretched world who doesn't?
Anita: Oh, I'd like a nice fur, but there are many other thing...
Cruella De Vil: Sweet, simple Anita. I know, I know! This horrid little house is your dream castle. And poor Roger is your bold and fearless Sir Galahad!
Anita: Oh, Cruella.
Cruella De Vil: Then of course you have your little spotted friends. Oh yes, I must say such perfectly beautiful coats. Anita: Won't you have some tea?
Cruella De Vil: I've got to run. Let me know when the puppies arrive. You will, won't you, dear?
Anita: Yes, Cruella.
Cruella De Vil: Don't forget, it's a promise. See you in three weeks. Cheerio, darling.
Anita: You're no help. Roger, you are an idiot!
Pongo: Perdy?
Perdita: That witch. That devil woman. She wants our puppies. That's all she's after.
Pongo: Don't worry, Perdy. They're on to her. Nothing's going to happen to our puppies.
Perdita: What does she want with them? She can't possibly love them.
Perdita: Oh, Pongo. I was so happy at first, but now I... Oh, I wish we weren't having any.
Pongo: Poor Perdita. Of course, she had no choice. The puppies arrived right on schedule one wild and stormy night in October.
Roger: Steady, boy.
Nanny: The puppies are here! Oh the puppies are here!
Roger: How many?
Nanny: Eight.
Roger: Eight. By George, Pongo! Eight puppies.
Nanny: Ten.
Anita: Eleven.
Nanny: Ten. Eleven.
Roger: Eleven puppies, Pongo.
Nanny: Wait a minute now, wait a minute thirteen! No. Fourteen. Fifteen! And the mother's doing fine, love. You ducky thing, you.
Roger: Fifteen puppies? Why, Pongo, that's marvelous! It's fabulous! Why, you old rascal!
Nanny: Fourteen. Just fourteen. We lost one. Poor little thing.
Roger: Oh, Pongo, boy. It's just one of those things. And yet? And yet I wonder. Look, Pongo. Anita! Nanny. Fifteen! We still have fifteen!
Anita: Oh, Roger, he's all right! Thank heaven.
Roger: See? He's just as good as new.
Anita: Can you imagine, Roger, fifteen puppies!
Cruella De Vil: Fifteen. Fifteen puppies! How marvelous. How marvelous, how perfectly ugh! The devil takes it. They're mongrels no spots! No spots at all. What a horrid little white rat.
Nanny: They're not mongrels! They'll get their spots. Just wait and see.
Anita: That's right. They'll have their spots in a few weeks.
Cruella De Vil: Oh, well, in that case I'll take them all. The whole litter. Just name your price, dear.
Anita: I'm afraid we can't give them up. Poor Perdita, she'd be heartbroken.
Cruella De Vil: Anita, don't be ridiculous. You can't afford to keep them. You can scarcely feed yourselves.
Anita: I'm sure we'll get along.
Cruella De Vil: Yes, I know. I know! Roger's songs! Enough of this nonsense. I'll pay you twice what they're worth. I'm being more than generous. Blast this pen. Blast this wretched, wretched pen! When can the puppies leave their mother? Two weeks? Three weeks?
Roger: Never.
Cruella De Vil: What?
Roger: We're not selling the puppies. Not a single one. Do you understand?
Cruella De Vil: Anita, is he serious? I really don't know Roger.
Anita: Well Cruella, he...
Cruella De Vil: He surely he must be joking!
Roger: No, no, no. I mean it. You're not getting one. Not one. And that's final.
Cruella De Vil: Why, you horrid man! You... All right, keep the little beasts for all I care. Do as you like with them. Drown them! But I warn you, Anita, I'm through with all of you! I'll get even. Just wait. You'll be sorry, you fools! You idiots!
Anita: Oh, Roger! You were magnificent, darling.
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