Cruella De Vil: You... BEASTS! But I'm not beaten yet. You've won the battle, but I'm about to win the wardrobe. My spotty puppy coat is in plain sight and leaving tracks. In a moment I'll have what I came for, while all of you will end up as sausage meat, alone on some sad, plastic plate. Dead and meaty and red. No friends, no family, no pulse. Just slapped between two buns, smothered in onions, with fries on the side. Cruella De Vil has the last laugh!
Horace: Did you hear that?

Jasper: What?

Horace: That noise.

Jasper: What noise?

Horace: That noise I just heard. Do you hear it?

Jasper: Oh yeah. Sounded like an complete burk asking me irritating questions. Oh, good, it's stopped now.
Roger: Fools aren't born, Pongo; pretty girls make them in their spare time.
Frederick: I thought we liked stripes this year.

Cruella De Vil: What kind of sycophant are you?

Frederick: Uh, what kind of sycophant would you like me to be?
Cruella De Vil: I live for fur, I worship fur. After all, is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn't?
Cruella De Vil: [to Anita] More good women have been lost to marriage than to war, famine, disease and disaster. You have talent, darling. Don't squander it.
Roger: Do you want another cup of marriage, uh, tea?
Cruella De Vil: Congratulations. You've just won gold, silver, and bronze in the Morons Olympics!

Horace: [mouthing hesitantly, then speaking out loud] Who won the gold?

Cruella De Vil: [screaming] Shut up!

[fuming]

Cruella De Vil: My business, my reputation, my life, has been ruined!

[as she speaks; she fumbles for a cigarette, but her cigarette case is empty]

Cruella De Vil: because you three incompetent *twits* let yourselves be outsmarted by a bunch of dumb animals!

[Cruella throws the empty cigarette case at Jasper and Horace in anger. She then unknowingly picks up a skunk, mistaking it for her purse]

Cruella De Vil: And you call yourselves men? Huh? I've seen more intelligent pieces of carpet!

[She lifts up the skunks tail. Horace and Jasper recoil in shock as they realize Cruella's "purse" isn't a purse. The skunk sprays at Cruella in the face, causing her to scream, followed by Jasper, Horace and Skinner. They all jump up and start beating their hands against the police van, while screaming their heads off]
Cruella De Vil: [to Skinner on the phone] Mr. Skinner, suspicions are mounting. Police are everywhere. I want the job done tonight. Can you do it?

Skinner: [uses scalpel to tap on the speaker several times to communicate] *I can. How do you like it done?*

Cruella De Vil: Any way you want. Poison them, drown them, bash them on the head. Got any chloroform? I don't care how you kill the little beasts, JUST DO IT, AND DO IT NOW!
Cruella De Vil: All right. Keep the little beasts. Do what you like with them. Drown them, for all I care. You're a *fool*, Anita! I have no use for fools. You're fired, you're finished, you'll never work in fashion again! I'm through with all of you! I'll get even! Just wait. You'll be sorry. You fools! You IDIOTS!
Cruella De Vil: And you must be Rufus.
Jasper: Let me tell you something about this Skinner. Supposedly, when he was quite young, this dog tore open his throat and ripped out his vocal cords, leaving him horribly scarred and permanently mute. He can't talk at all. Now, there are two things you must not do with Skinner. One, do not look at the horrendous scar on his neck. Two, don't talk to him. Understand? Not a word.

Horace: Right.

[Skinner answers the door and looks at Horace]

Horace: Ahh! Look at the size of that scar! No bl - oody wonder you can't talk, mate!

Skinner: [let out a wheezing Growl and glares at Horace threateningly]

Jasper: [to Skinner; politely] Excuse me just a minute, would you?

[closes the door and punches Horace]

Horace: [Horace falls down]
Horace: [still shivering after falling through the frozen pond] Turn on the heater on, will ya?

Jasper: No! Not with this thing acting the way she is; I don't want to risk losing power.

Horace: I can't stand the cold no more. I want heat!

[turns the heat on himself; the system shorts and the car catches on fire from the heater]

Horace: FIRE! Too hot! Too hot!
Woman On Park Bench #1: [Pongo runs hard enough to break his leash from Roger's bike, causing it to continue rolling downhill until hitting the bench; he is flung off and over it, into the pond] I don't think he wanted to do that.
[Cruella has spotted the dogs running away across a field]

Cruella De Vil: Bingo!

[sarcastically]

Cruella De Vil: Poor little things. I'm gonna cut you off, then cut you up!

[sinister chuckle]
Cruella De Vil: [scary whisper] Oh, yes! I love the smell of near extinction!
Cruella De Vil: Alonzo. The drawing.

[Alonzo looks confused]

Cruella De Vil: [shrieking] Take the drawing from Anita, and hand it to me! Is that difficult?

[Alonzo gives her the drawing, then Cruella snatches it]

Cruella De Vil: Thank you. Now go and stand somewhere until I need you.
Cruella De Vil: [walking through a farmyard] This is extraordinary. I am reduced to tramping through SEWAGE! Because my two imbeciles can't keep track of a bunch of infant dogs!
Horace: You know, this house is creepy. I'm starving hungry, and so far we haven't been paid one bloody quid.

Jasper: Oh, will you stop moaning?
Cruella De Vil: [to a racoon who has just stolen her hat and is wearing it] Darling, red isn't your color. Give me the hat. Give me the hat, or you will become a hat. GIVE IT TO ME!
Jasper: [as they meet up to discuss their plan for Cruella's coat] Ah, ma'am, what a beautiful day it is out there! Sun shining, blue skies, the laughter of schoolchildren riding on the gentle breeze.

Cruella De Vil: Get on with it, you imbecile!
[Horace is about to get out of the car, but gets caught on Jasper's mask]

Jasper: [thinking he's trying to take it] Fetch your own!
Jasper: [Trying to start the van] You just had to let those puppies get away, didn't you? Never paying attention.

Horace: Well, where was you?

Jasper: Where was? I was not splashing about in the pond. You've infuriated the old bag, and if we don't get those puppies back it is quite literally our heads!

[trying to start the engine again]

Jasper: Oh, come on! Right, you better get out and check the tailpipe. We've got a condensation problem.

Horace: [threateningly] One of these days I'm gonna be full up of you!

Horace: [Gets out]

Jasper: [Makes a face at him; Horace walks around to the back of the van, squats down and peers into the exhaust pipe, while Jasper desperately tries again to start the engine] Oh, do come on!

[Taps the gas pedal. The exhaust pipe explodes sending a clogged pear and a lot of exhaust into Horace's face]

Jasper: There, ya see?
Anita: [after believing Roger is taking Perdy, holding up her purse] Now, release my dog, or I'll hit you again!

Roger: Your dog?

Anita: Yes. That is my dog, will you let her go?

Roger: Excuse me.

[lifts Perdy's leg as Pongo hides his head, turns back to Anita]

Roger: He's a she.

Anita: [nods] Mm-hmm.

Roger: [Pongo appears from behind Anita; miserably] Hello, Pongo.

[Pongo whines]
Jasper: [grabbing one of the puppies by the scruff of its neck after it bites him, then stuffing it into a bag; speaks through his gritting teeth at first] All right, come here, you... spotty little... dog!
Cruella De Vil: Be sure to let me know when the blessed event occurs.

Anita: [thinking that Cruella is talking about the baby] It won't be for another 8 months.

Cruella De Vil: The puppies, darling. I have no use for babies.
Cruella De Vil: My faith in your limited intelligence is momentarily restored.
Horace: [Kipper awakens Horace] Did you hear that?

Jasper: What?

Horace: That noise!

Jasper: What noise?

Horace: That noise I just heard. Did you hear it?

Jasper: [Sarcastically] Oh yeah. Yeah, it sounds like an irritating Berk asking me so many irritating questions. Oh good it has stopped now.
Horace: [to Jasper] I'll be honest with you mate. This job is fast losing it's charm. The housing stinks, the food's lousy, the lavatory facilities are appalling and so far we haven't made as much as one quid.

Jasper: [Annoyed] Oh you will stop moaning? Look this time tomorrow night it's all over. We get our boodle, we'll be out of here before you can say dead puppies. Now go to sleep.
Horace: [Horace and Jasper turn themselves in and are sitting locked up in a police van] This is lovely.

Jasper: Isn't it? Nice and warm.

Horace: No animals neither.

[Horace hears a growl and looks round terrified and nudges Jasper. Skinner is also arrested and it is implied he was attacked by Kipper. He stares at them in a threating manner. Both Horace and Jasper nervously grin sheepishly]

Horace: .
[first lines]

Television News Reporter: [on TV] We're all familiar with the illegal poaching of endangered animals in the wild, but never before has an animal in captivity been slaughtered for its pelt. Animal protection groups that monitor the international trade in game contraband have further told us that a white Siberian tiger is so rare that the offer of a pelt would surely draw the attention of law enforcement agencies.

[Perdy whimpers]

Television News Reporter: Shortly before dawn this morning security staff at London Zoo discovered the excoriated carcass of its prized three-year-old female Siberian tiger, Sue Ling.

[Perdy growls]

Television News Reporter: Police sources have suggested that the killing was contracted by a private collector.

Anita: Oh, isn't that horrible? Who'd do a thing like that?

Television News Reporter: lf the battle to preserve endangered species has moved into the urban zoological park, we must ask ourselves if any animal in the world is safe. This is Tim Ryan, reporting from London Zoo.
[last lines]

Nanny: And speaking of children...

Anita: Roger, darling, l've got the most wonderful news.
Police Officer: [after the police rescue the puppies, a police officer is making a report over a walkie talkie when he sees Lucky approaching, with Kipper by his side] ... that makes one hundred... and one Dalmations, sir.
Jasper: [sees that there are raccoons in his truck and honking his horn] OI! Get out of my truck!

Horace: YEAH!
Arresting Officer: Ms. Devil?

Cruella De Vil: Yes?

Arresting Officer: We have a warrant for your arrest.

Cruella De Vil: Oh. Is there something wrong?
Cruella De Vil: [to Jasper, who is on the roof] Get down from there, and CATCH THOSE PUPPIES!
Anita: Why are you all wet?

Roger: [Little guilty] I went swimming in the pond.

Anita: Oh, you should've had. The water's filthy.

Roger: Yeah, and it tastes like fish.

Anita: And you've lost a shoe, did you know that?

Roger: Yes, I did. As a matter of fact I did. I noticed it running down the gravel path.

Anita: I'm so sorry, I mean, you know I thought if you were silly enough to go swimming in a dirty pond you'd be silly enough to not realize that you've lost a shoe.

Roger: Actually I crashed my bicycle in the pond. The only part of my body that wasn't injured was my head. But now, thanks to you, I got the complete set of bodily injuries. Well, it was nice being assaulted by you miss...

Anita: [She and Roger shake hands] My name's Anita, and yours is Roger. I read it on your dog's identification.

Roger: Oh, well, nice meeting you. I-- I hope I didn't alarm you.
Horace: [Surprised] Look... . tracks.

Jasper: [Discovers alongside Horace the dalmatian's footsteps] I love you.
Roger: Did Anita tell you the news?

Cruella De Vil: [smiles]

Roger: She's going to have a baby.

Cruella De Vil: [frowns with a disgusted look] Is this true?

Anita: Yes.

Cruella De Vil: Oh you poor thing. I'm so sorry.

Anita: We're very excited about it Cruella.

Cruella De Vil: You can't be serious.

Roger: She is.

Cruella De Vil: Well what can I say? Accidents will happen.

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101 Dalmatians short comments

Myrna 2022-04-24 07:01:07

Now look at it, it is estimated that there will be intensive phobia attacks--
Kasey 2021-12-10 08:01:30

Loyal Dog 101 The Dalmatian from his father’s unit went into the toilet and ate the big row of the fat man in the office. Hey, that joke I really liked when I was a kid, I was a little evil.