Top 10 Quotes by 101 Dalmatians

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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!

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[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
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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

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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!
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Cruella De Vil: And you must be Rufus.

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Cruella De Vil: I live for fur, I worship fur. After all, is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn't?
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Roger: Fools aren't born, Pongo. Pretty girls make them in their spare time.

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Cruella De Vil: My faith in your limited intelligence is momentarily restored.
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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't talk, mate! Skinner: [Wheezing] Jasper: [to Skinner] Excuse me just a minute, would you? [closes the door and punches Horace] Horace: [Horace fall

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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