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: It's a she. Anita: [nods] Mm-
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
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 babie
Cruella De Vil: [scary whisper] Oh, yes! I love the smell of near extinction!
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 chuc
Cruella De Vil: I live for fur, I worship fur. After all, is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn't?
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 h
Roger: Do you want another cup of marriage, uh, tea?
Jasper: [grabbing one of the puppies by the scruff of its neck after it bites Jasper, then stuffing it into a bag] All right, come here, you... spotty little... dog!
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
Roger: Fools aren't born, Pongo. Pretty girls make them in their spare time.
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!
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 De Vil: We lose more women to marriage than war, famine, and disease.
Cruella De Vil: Mr. Skinner, suspicions are mounting. Police are everywhere. I want the job done tonight. Can you do it? Skinner: [taps one of the keys on the phone several times to communicate] Cruella De Vil: Any way you want. Poison them, drown them, bash them on the head. Got any chloroform? I
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 c
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
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: 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 an
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: And you must be Rufus.
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
Cruella De Vil: My faith in your limited intelligence is momentarily restored.
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 f