Roger: Look, Anita! Puppies everywhere!
Anita: There must be a hundred of them!
Nanny: One, two, three and four. Seven, eight, nine.
Roger: Two more. Nine plus two is eleven.
Nanny: Thirty Six over here!
Roger: Thirty Six and eleven? That's forty seven.
Anita: Fourteen. Eighteen, Rog.
Roger: Uh, eh sixty five!
Nanny: Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen!
Anita: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Six more.
Roger: Well, let's see, now. That's eighty four and fifteen plus two. A hundred and one!
Anita: A hundred and one? My, where did they all come from?
Roger: Oh ho, Pongo, you old rascal!
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: But what does she want with them? She can't possibly love them. Oh, Pongo. I was so happy at first, but now I - oh, I-I wish we weren't having any!
Lucky: I'm tired, and I'm hungry. And my tail's froze. And my nose is froze. And my ears are froze. And my toes are froze.
Cruella: Fifteen. Fifteen puppies! How marvelous! How marvelous! How perfectly ugh! Oh, the devil take 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, Cruella. They'll have their spots in a few weeks.
Cruella: 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: Anita, don't be ridiculous. You can't possibly afford to keep them. You can scarcely afford to feed yourselves.
Anita: Well, I'm sure we'll get along.
Cruella: [laughing] Yes, I know! I know! Roger's.
Cruella: Roger's songs!
Danny: The humans have tried everything. Now it's up to us dogs, and the twilight bark.
Cruella: When can the puppies leave their mother? Two weeks? Three weeks?
Roger: W-w-we're n-not s-selling t-the puppies. N-n-not a sing - a single one. Do you understand?
Cruella: Anita, is he serious? I really don't know Roger.
Anita: Well Cruella, he seems...
Cruella: Surely he must be joking!
Roger: No, no, no. I-I-I mean it. You're-you're not getting one. N-n-not one. And that's - that's final!
Cruella: Why, you horrid man! You - you - All right, keep the little beasts for all I care!
[she rips up the cheque]
Cruella: Do as you like with them! Drown them!
[she walks up to Anita]
Cruella: But I warn you, Anita, we're through. I'm through with all of you! I'll get even. Just wait. You'll be sorry! You fools! You - you idiots!
Rolly: I'm not sleepy. I'm hungry.
Pongo: What? 99? Where did they all come from?
Perdita: What on earth would she want with so many?
Spotty: She's gonna make coats out of us!
Perdita: She couldn't!
Seargent Tibs: That's right. Dog skinned coats.
Colonel: Oh, dog skinned coats. Oh, come now, Tibs!
Seargent Tibs: But it's true, sir.
Patch: Horace and Jasper are going to pop us off and skin us!
Perdita: She's a devil! A witch! Oh, what'll we do?
Pongo: We have to get back to London somehow.
Patch: What about the others? What'll they do?
Pongo: Perdy, we'll take them home with us. All of them.
[the puppies start wagging their tails]
Pongo: Our pets would never turn them out.
Colonel: [decoding the Twilight Bark] One long howl... two short... one yip and a woof.
Seargent Tibs: Two yips, sir.
Captain: What's the word, Colonel?
Colonel: It's from London.
Seargent Tibs: Then it must be important!
Colonel: Yes, yes, well I'll get the rest of it.
Colonel: Sounds like a number! Three fives are thirteen...
Seargent Tibs: Uh, that's fifteen, sir.
Colonel: Fifteen, of course fifteen!
Colonel: Yes, dot, spot, spotted puddings... poodles... no, puddles.
Captain: [confused] Puddles, sir?
Colonel: Fifteen spotted puddles stolen? Oh, balderdash!
[Pongo sees Perdita for the very first time]
Pongo: Well, now that's a bit more like it! The most beautiful creature on four legs! Oh, now, if only the girl.
[looks at Anita]
Pongo: Well! She's very lovely too. It was almost too good to be true. I'd never find another pair like that, not if I looked for a hundred years.
Roger: Oh, must be Cruella, your dearly devoted old schoolmate. Cruella De Vil. That's it!
Roger: Cruella De Vil / Cruella De Vil / If she doesn't scare you, no evil thing will.
Anita: Oh, Roger!
Roger: To see her is to take a sudden chill / Cruella, Cruella / She's like a spider waiting for the kill.
Anita: Roger, she'll hear you.
Roger: Look out for Cruella De Vil.
Pongo: My story begins in London, not so very long ago. And yet so much has happened since then, that it seems more like an eternity.
Pongo: As far as I could see, the old notion that a bachelor's life was so glamorous and carefree was all nonsense. It was downright dull.
Seargent Tibs: Yes, sir. Righto, sir. Right away, sir!
Roger: At first you think Cruella is a devil / But after time has worn away the shock / You come to realize / You've seen her kind of eyes / Watching you from underneath a rock.
Anita: You're no help.
Roger: This vampire bat, this inhuman beast / She ought to be locked up and never released / The world was such a wholesome place until / Cruella, Cruella De Vil.
Cruella De Vil: I've got no time to argue. I tell you, it's got to be done tonight!
[Turns off television set]
Cruella De Vil: Do you understand? Tonight!
Horace: But they ain't big enough.
Jasper: You couldn't get half a dozen coats out of the whole kaboodle.
Seargent Tibs: [whispering] Coats? Dog skin coats?
Cruella De Vil: Then we'll settle for half a dozen!
Jasper: [Jasper coughs]
Cruella De Vil: We can't wait! The police are everywhere. I want the job done tonight!
Horace: How're we gonna do it?
Cruella De Vil: Any way you like. Poison them. Drown them. Bash them in the head. You got any chloroform?
Jasper: Not a drop.
Horace: And no ether, either.
Jasper: [Hits Horace over the head with bottle]
Cruella De Vil: I don't care how you kill the little beasts, but do it, and do it now!
Jasper: Aw, please, miss. Have pity, will you? Can't we see the rest of the show first?
Horace: We want to see "What's My Crime?"
[Cruella takes Jasper's bottle causing him to cough and throws it into the fireplace, where it explodes; she slaps both of them in the face]
Cruella De Vil: Now listen, you idiots! I'll be back first thing in the morning. And the job better be done or I'll I'll I'll call the police! Do you understand?
Seargent Tibs: [She slams the door behind her; a piece of plaster falls off the ceiling and on Horace's head]
Horace: I think she means it, Jasper.
[the Colonel and Seargent Tibs are still waiting for Pongo and Perdita]
Captain: Any news, Colonel?
Colonel: No. Not a blasted thing. They're lost or captured, or something or other. Who knows what?
Seargent Tibs: Colonel, here comes a car!
Colonel: Oh, come now, Tibs! Don't be ridiculous! They wouldn't be driving.
Jasper: Hey look, Horace! Watch me pot His Lordship smack on the conk!
Cruella De Vil: Well, any sign of them?
Jasper: Not so much as a blooming footprint. And we've been up and down every blicking road in the county.
Horace: We're froze stiff. We're giving up.
Cruella De Vil: Oh, no, you don't! We'll find the little mongrels if it takes till next Christmas. Now get going! And watch your driving, you imbeciles! Do you wanna get nabbed by the police?
Pongo: [on Roger] Oh, he's intelligent enough, as humans go; and I think you could say Roger is a rather handsome animal in his way...
Pongo: [on Nanny] Such a kind, understanding soul. You know, at times she seems almost canine.
Pongo: Perdy, I'm afraid it's all up to us.
Perdita: Oh, Pongo. Isn't there any hope?
Pongo: Well, yes. There's the twilight bark.
Perdita: The twilight bark? But dear, that's only a gossip chain.
Pongo: Darling, it's the very fastest way to send news. And if our puppies are anywhere in the city, the London dogs will know. Now we'll send the word tonight when our pets take us for a walk in the park.
Truck Driver: [sees Cruella driving like a maniac] Hey, lady! What in thunder are you tryin' to do? Crazy woman driver!
Danny: [echoing] Good luck, Pongo. If you lose your way, contact the barking chain. They'll be standing by!
Horace: [Jasper is drinking] Hey, Jasper! Come on now, give us a swig. Just a short one?
Jasper: Now Horace, this hogwash ain't fit for a fancy gent like yourself. Besides, you'd get crumbs in it, ya cabbage head!
Horace: [not noticing Rolly stealing the meat out of his sandwich] All right! Guzzle the whole works, and I hope it gives ya collywobbles, that's what!
[He takes a bite out of the now empty sandwich, looks puzzled and holds it open to Jasper]
Horace: 'Ere Jasper, did you...?
[Jasper nonchalantly taps his cigar ash over it]
Pongo: Perdy, I've got an idea!
[rolls around in soot]
Perdita: Pongo, what on earth?
Pongo: Look! I'm a Labrador! We'll all roll in the soot! We'll all be Labradors!
Labrador: Say! That is an idea!
Pongo: Come on, kids! Roll in the soot!
Penny: You mean you want us to get dirty?
Pepper: Did you hear that, Freckles? Dad wants us to get dirty.
Cadpig: Mother, should we?
Perdita: [sighs] Do as your father says.
Pepper: This'll be fun!
Cadpig: I always wanted to get good and dirty!
Lucy: Towser, what's going on? What is it? What's all the gossip?
Towser: 'Taint no gossip, Lucy. It be all the way from London.
Lucy: You don't say!
Towser: Fifteen puppies stolen!
Lucy: There's no puppies around here, not since Nellie's last litter and they all are grown.
Towser: Well, then we'd best send the word along. It be up to me to reach the Colonel! He be the only one in barking range.
Lucy: You'll never reach him at this hour.
Towser: Well I can try! I'll bark all night if I have to.
Anita: Oh, Roger, you are an idiot.
[Cruella is reading the newspapers headlining the capture of the Dalmatian puppies]
Cruella De Vil: [reads one headline] "Dognapping!" Tsk, tsk, tsk. Can you imagine such a thing?
[reads another headline]
Cruella De Vil: "Fifteen Puppies Stolen". They are darling little things.
[she looks at the photos in the papers of the Radcliffs and their Dalmatians]
Cruella De Vil: Anita and her...
Cruella De Vil: and her bashful Beethoven, pipe and all!
Cruella De Vil: Oh, Roger, you are a fool!
[the dalmatians are hiding from Jasper and Horace under a bridge across a frozen creek]
Jasper: Aw, they gotta be around here somewhere.
Horace: Jasper, I've been thinking.
Jasper: Now, Horace!
Horace: But what if they went down the froze-up creek so as not to leave their tracks?
Jasper: Oh, Horace, you idiot! Dogs ain't that smart.
Cruella De Vil: [on the phone with Jasper] Jasper! Jasper, you idiot! How dare you call here?
Jasper: But we don't want no more of this here! We want our bootle! We'll settle for half!
Cruella De Vil: Not one shilling until the job is done! Understand?
Horace: Jasper! Jasper!
Jasper: [to Cruella] But it's here in the blinkin' papers! Pictures and all!
Cruella De Vil: Hang the papers! It'll be forgotten tomorrow!
Horace: I don't like it, Jasper. I.
Jasper: [to Horace] Ahh, shut up, you idiot!
Cruella De Vil: [shouts] What?
Jasper: [to Cruella] Oh, no! Not you, Miss! I mean Horace, here!
Cruella De Vil: Why, you imbecile!
Pongo: It was plain to see that my old pet needed someone, but if it were left up to Roger, we'd be bachelors forever. He was married to his work writing songs. Songs about romance of all things. Something he knew absolutely nothing about.
Horace: I don't like it, Jasper. One more pinch, and they'll throw the keys away.
Jasper: Oh, come off it, Horace. We're getting plenty of bootle.
Horace: Yes, but I've been thinking.
Jasper: You've been thinking? Now look here, Horace! I warned you about thinking! I've got the nog for this job, so let's get on with it!
Anita: [as the soot covered Dalmatians barge into the Radcliffe house] Roger, what on earth?
Roger: Why, they're labradors!
Nanny: No, no! They're all covered in soot. Look, here's Lucky!
Roger: [wipes off Pongo's face] Why, Pongo Boy, is that you? Oh-ho! Pongo! Pongo! It's Pongo!
Anita: [wipes off Perdita's face] And Perdy! Oh, my darling!
Nanny: [dusts off the puppies one by one] And Patch, And Rolly, and Penny, and Freckles!
Nanny: They're all here, the little deadrs!
Roger: It's a miracle!
Anita: Oh Rog, what a wonderful Christmas present!
Pongo: That's the stuff! The blacker the better!
Jasper: [as Pongo's pulling his pants down] Hey, Horace! They're fighting dirty!
Pongo: Perdy? We need to get these little nippers off to bed if we're going for a w-a-l-k.
Freckles: We wanna go too, Mother.
Wizzer: Can we, mother? Can we?
Salter: We never get to go.
Perdita: Come along, children. Bedtime.
Patch: But we're not a...
Patch: ... bit sleepy. We wanna go for a walk in the park.
Wizzer: Dad, can we?
Pongo: Better do what your mother says.
Pongo: It was a beautiful spring day. Tedious time of the year for bachelors.
Freckles: Missed him! Missed him by a mile!
Quizmaster: Now, Mr. Fauncwater, if the panel fails to guess your unusual crime in ten questions, you will win a two-week vacation at a fashionable seaside resort, all expenses paid. That is, of course, after you've paid your debt to society.
Anita: Oh, I'd like a nice fur, but there are other nice things...
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: And then of course, you have your little spotted friends...
[She peers at a picture of Pongo and Perdita and blows smoke around it]
Cruella De Vil: Yes I must say, such perfectly beautiful coats...
Jasper: The little twerps! Giving us the slip! And after we took so much care of them! That's gratitude for ya!
Nanny: The puppies are here! Oh, the puppies are here!
Roger: How many?
Roger: By George, Pongo! Eight puppies!
Roger: Eleven? Eleven puppies! Pongo boy!
Nanny: Wait a minute now. Wait a minute... Thirteen! No, no, no, fourteen. Oh, fifteen!
Nanny: [chuckles to Pongo] And the mother is doing fine, love.
[Pongo walks around like he's drunk]
Roger: Fifteen puppies? Why, Pongo boy, that's marvelous! It's fabulous! Why, you old rascal!
Nanny: [enters with a puppy under a blanket] Fourteen. Just fourteen. We lost one.
[hands it to Roger]
Nanny: Oh, the poor little thing.
[the room goes silent]
Roger: Oh, Pongo boy... it's just one of those things. And yet... and yet I wonder...
[Roger starts rubbing the puppy for a little while, until suddenly, it starts to move]
Roger: Look, Pongo!
[the puppy is alive]
Roger: 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, Rog? Fifteen puppies!
Jasper: There's a new act just been passed in parliament. Comes under the heading of "Defence of the Realm Act", it's article 4, section 29, it's very important, you see, it's the law, and it's for your safety, ma'am.
Nanny: Well, I don't care what Parliament realm, or whatever it is, says. You're not coming in here, not with the mister and missus gone.
Jasper: [after locking Nanny in the attic] Hey! Horace, me lad! I've got a sneaky suspicion we're not welcome here!
[Jasper picks up Tibs thinking that it's a bottle. Tibs screeches]
Jasper: Hey look, Horace! We have a visitor, it's a tabby cat!
[Tibbs run over to the piano and slams the lid down, with Horace's head inside the piano]
Jasper: How about we make him a tabby cat stew!
[Tibs runs towards the wall]
Jasper: [sneaking up on Tibs holding a bottle] Or a cat casserole...
Jasper: [throws bottle at Tibs] ... a la Mode!
[Tibs escapes the room through a hole in the wall by the door as the bottle smashes against the wall]
Cruella De Vil: Well what have we here?
[looking at the snow]
Cruella De Vil: So they thought they could outwit Cruella?
[Honking car horn]
Cruella De Vil: Jasper! Horace! Here's their tracks heading straight for the village!
Jasper: Blimey! It's them, all right.
Cruella De Vil: Work your way south on the side roads. I'll take the main road.
Cruella De Vil: See you in Dinsford!
Jasper: I'll skin every one of them little spotted hyenas, if it's the last thing I do.
Cruella: [phone rings] Hello?