- 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.
- 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: 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? Ha! 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: 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: 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!
- 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!
- 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: 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 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!
- 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?
- 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?
- 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]
- 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.
- 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!
- Jasper: All right. Now, let me tell you something about this bloke, Skinner, before we meet him. Now, supposedly, when he was quite young, his dog tore open his throat and ripped out his vocal cords, leaving him brutally scarred and completely mute. He cannot talk at all. Now, pay... Look at me. Pay attention, this is very important. There are two things you must not do with Skinner. All right. 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: Oh! Look at the size of that scar. No bloody 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]
- 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!
- 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!
- 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!
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- Police Officer #1: [after the police rescue the puppies, a police officer is making a report over a walkie talkie] We've got a hundred here, sir.
- [sees Lucky approaching, with Kipper by his side]
- Police Officer #1: Uh, make that one hundred and one Dalmatians, sir.
- Skinner: [opens up the trunk and pulls up a coffin]
- Jasper: [holding a tool] God, bloody gruesome line of work you're in, Skinner.
- Horace: [looks at the killed animals] Sight of all these deceased creatures gives me a shrinky winky.
- Skinner: [looks at Horace and he keeps looking while holding a suitcase, and hands over to Jasper]
- Jasper: Much obliged, sunshine.
- Horace: [smiles at Skinner]
- Roger: Oh, thank you, officer! How can we ever repay you?
- Police Officer: Well, your dogs were the only ones with identification tags. We have no idea which puppy goes where. Our records indicate that so far nobody has called to claim the other puppies. Now, they need a home, or-- well, they go to the pound.
- [Anita gasps and Pongo and Perdita bark Roger looks at her]
- Anita: Oh, no. No. No, no, no, no. Uh-- Uh-- Roger, we can't -- we don't have room.
- Roger: Well, we'll get a bigger place.
- Nanny: We have 17 as it is. What's a few more?
- Roger: We'll work something out.
- Anita: [to Perdita] Oh. You'll have dozens of children, you know. Well, I won't have them chewing up the carpets, barking until all hours of the night. All right. Everyone inside before we all get cold.
- Police Officer: Unload the puppies.
- [All the puppies go inside the house]
- Roger: I can barely believe it. Our baby is a year old. We have a new house, a new life...
- Anita: And we have each other.
- Roger: We have Nanny.
- Nanny: And I have the three of you.
- Roger: We have two wonderful dogs.
- Anita: And they have their children.
- Nanny: And their stepchildren.
- Anita: And they have their children.
- Roger: And their stepchildren have children.
- Anita: And their children have children.
- Nanny: And speaking of children...
- Anita: Roger, darling, I've got the most wonderful news.
- [they enter Cruella's office]
- Cruella De Vil: Now, darling, tell me more about these spots. I did leopard spots in the '80s.
- Anita: Well, Dalmatian spots are a little different, aren't they?
- Cruella De Vil: Cozy.
- Anita: Cuddly.
- Cruella De Vil: Classic.
- Anita: Less trashy.
- Cruella De Vil: Exactly! Do you like spots, Frederick?
- Frederick: Oh, I don't believe so, Madame. I thought we liked stripes this year.
- Cruella De Vil: What kind of sycophant are you?
- Frederick: Um, what kind of sycophant would you like me to be?
- Cruella De Vil: Frederick... I'm beginning to see spots. What would it cost us to start again on next year's line?
- Frederick: Millions.
- Cruella De Vil: Can we afford it?
- Frederick: Well, yes...
- Cruella De Vil: Pay it, darling. Now go away. I have to talk to Anita.
- [He walks out]
- Cruella De Vil: Alonzo? Did you ask Anita if she'd like something to drink?
- Anita: Oh, I-I-- I'm fine, thank you.
- [Alonzo leaves]
- Cruella De Vil: Sit down, please. How long have you been working for me?
- Anita: Uh, two years last August.
- Cruella De Vil: And you've done wonderful work in that time.
- Anita: Thank you.
- Cruella De Vil: I don't see you socially, do I?
- Anita: No.
- Cruella De Vil: And you're not very well-known, despite your obvious talent.
- Anita: Well, notoriety doesn't mean very much to me.
- Cruella De Vil: Your work is fresh and clean, unfettered, unpretentious. It sells. And one of these days... My competitors are going to suss out who you are... And they're going to try to steal you away.
- Anita: Oh, no. If I left, it wouldn't be for another job.
- Cruella De Vil: Oh, really? What would it be for?
- Anita: Well, I don't know. Um, if I met someone, if working here didn't fit in with our plans.
- Cruella De Vil: Marriage.
- Anita: Perhaps.
- Cruella De Vil: More good women have been lost to marriage... than to war, famine, disease and disaster. You have talent, darling. Don't squander it.
- Anita: Well, I don't think that it's something we have to worry about. I don't have any prospects.
- Cruella De Vil: Thank God.
- Anita: Well, I should be getting back to work.
- Cruella De Vil: Yes, please do. Alonzo. The drawing.
- [Alonzo is confused]
- Cruella De Vil: Take the drawing from Anita and hand it to me! Is that difficult?
- [Alonzo hands her the picture]
- Cruella De Vil: Thank you. Now go. Stand somewhere till I need you.
- [Alonzo walks off]
- Cruella De Vil: I look wonderful in spots. However, I would like to make one small change.
- Anita: We could do this in linen.
- Cruella De Vil: It would be stunning in fur.
- Anita: But you'll be wearing it to the Chesterton Trials. That's in April. Fur would be inappropriate.
- Cruella De Vil: But it's my only true love, darling. I live for fur. I worship fur. After all, is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn't?
- [to Alonzo]
- Cruella De Vil: Give it to Anita.
- [she appears behind Anita who's working on a sketch]
- Cruella De Vil: Anita, darling.
- [Anita takes off her glasses]
- Anita: Good morning, Cruella.
- [She tries to cover up the sketch but Cruella pulls it out then notices a picture of Anita's dog]
- Cruella De Vil: What a charming dog.
- Anita: Thank you.
- Cruella De Vil: Spots?
- Anita: Yes, she's Dalmatian.
- Cruella De Vil: Inspiration?
- Anita: Yes.
- Cruella De Vil: Long hair or short?
- Anita: Short.
- Cruella De Vil: Coarse or fine?
- Anita: I'm afraid it is a little coarse.
- Cruella De Vil: Pity!
- Anita: But it was very fine when she was a puppy.
- Cruella De Vil: Redemption! We need to have a little girl talk. Come to my office. Bring the drawing.
- [Cruella has redesigned Anita's drawing which includes a cape with spots on it]
- Anita: Oh.
- Cruella De Vil: It is rather amusing, isn't it?
- Anita: What is?
- Cruella De Vil: Well, if we make this coat... it would be as if I were wearing your dog.
- [She laughs maniacally]
- [Cruella is in their home]
- Anita: Cruella!
- Cruella De Vil: Anita, darling!
- [Both Pongo and Perdita growl at her]
- Cruella De Vil: Oh, Anita. Those dazzling dogs! And you must be Rufus.
- Roger: No, it's--it's Roger. And it's a pleasure, Miss De Vil.
- [He extends his hand]
- Cruella De Vil: What's a pleasure?
- Roger: Uh, making your acquaintance.
- Cruella De Vil: Such a sweet thought. I wish I could reciprocate. Tell me, darling, you married him for his dog.
- [laughs]
- Cruella De Vil: Oh, darling, I've missed you so. I hate that you've taken leave.
- Anita: But I'm still working. Um, you've been getting my sketches?
- Cruella De Vil: Well, it's not the same thing. I miss the interaction... And what is it that you do... that allows you to support Anita in such... splendor?
- Roger: I design video games.
- Cruella De Vil: Video games?
- Roger: Mm-hmm.
- Cruella De Vil: Is he having me on?
- Anita: Oh, no, he's very good at it. Um, and it's a growing business.
- Cruella De Vil: Those horrible noisy things that children play with on their televisions? Someone designs them? What a senseless thing to do with your life.
- Roger: Oh, did Anita tell you the news? She's going to have a baby.
- Cruella De Vil: 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.
- Roger: We're having puppies, too!
- Cruella De Vil: Puppies! You have been a busy boy. Well, I must say, that's somewhat better news. I adore puppies! I'll expect a decline in your work product.
- Anita: Oh, I shouldn't think so.
- Cruella De Vil: Be sure to let me know when the blessed event occurs.
- Anita: Oh, well, it won't be for another eight months.
- Cruella De Vil: The puppies, darling.
- [Pongo and Perdita growl at her]
- Cruella De Vil: Ooh. I've no use for babies. Cheerio! Cheerio, darling!
- [She leaves]
- [Cruella arrives at the house]
- Cruella De Vil: Anita? Anita. There you are! Where are the puppies? They should have arrived by now.
- [Both Pongo and Perdita growl at her]
- Cruella De Vil: How marvelous. How marvelous! How perfect--
- [gets a good look at the puppies]
- Cruella De Vil: Oh, the devil take it! They're mongrels! No spots! No spots at all! What horrible little white rats!
- Anita: Oh, but their spots don't come 'til later.
- Cruella De Vil: You're sure?
- Anita: Yes.
- Cruella De Vil: All right, put them in a bag. I'll take them with me now.
- Roger: What? They were just born!
- Cruella De Vil: I can see that!
- Anita: But, Cruella, the puppies have to be with their mother for several weeks. They're not ready to leave.
- Cruella De Vil: Fine, put the little brutes on reserve for me. How much would you like?
- Roger: They're not for sale.
- Cruella De Vil: Oh? You've come into some money, have you? Did you design some silly game... that will drive the delinquent kiddies into frenzies of video delight?
- Roger: As a matter of fact, I have...
- Anita: No, no, what Roger means to say... is-is that we're not sure we're going to sell the puppies.
- Cruella De Vil: Anita, don't be ridiculous! You can't possibly afford to keep them. I'll pay you twice what they're worth. Come now. I'm being more than generous.
- [Write a check]
- Cruella De Vil: $500!
- Anita: Oh!
- Cruella De Vil: $7,500! Fair? $2 per spot.
- Anita: But, Cruella, what would you do with 15 puppies?
- Roger: But that's irrelevant, Anita. She can't have any because they're not for sale!
- Cruella De Vil: I'm getting very tired of you, Roland!
- Roger: Roger!
- Cruella De Vil: Whatever.
- [Tries to hand them the check]
- Cruella De Vil: Take it. Take it.
- [yelling]
- Cruella De Vil: TAKE IT!
- Anita: Cruella... the puppies are not for sale.
- Cruella De Vil: You're quite... sure?
- Roger, Anita: Yes.
- 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've no use for fools.
- [rips up the check]
- Cruella De Vil: 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 idiot!
- [She storms out of the house]