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: 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! My business, my reputation, my life, has been ruined because you three incompetent twits le
[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 chuc
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 b
Cruella De Vil: My faith in your limited intelligence is momentarily restored.
Jasper: 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
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
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: We lose more women to marriage than war, famine, and disease.
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