Betty Lou Gerson: Cruella De Vil, Miss Birdwell
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Quotes
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Cruella De Vil : [Trying to write a check to buy the puppies] Come now, I'm being more than generous. Blast this pen!
[Shakes it]
Cruella De Vil : Blast this wretched, wretched pen!
[Splatters ink all over Pongo and Roger]
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Anita : Cruella, isn't that a new fur coat?
Cruella De Vil : My only true love, darling. I live for furs. I worship furs! After all, is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn't?
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Cruella De Vil : Anita, darling!
Anita : How are you?
Cruella De Vil : Miserable, darling, as usual, perfectly wretched.
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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.
[laughing]
Cruella : Roger's songs!
[laughs again]
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Cruella : When can the puppies leave their mother? Two weeks? Three weeks?
Roger : Never.
Cruella : What?
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!
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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]
Jasper : Either!
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.
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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?
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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!
[shows him the newspaper that it says "15 puppies stolen" in it]
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] Ah, shut up, you idiot!
Cruella De Vil : [shouts] What?
Jasper : [to Cruella] Whoa! Oh, no! Not you, Miss! I mean Horace, here!
Cruella De Vil : Why, you imbecile!
[slams down the phone]
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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!
[laughs]
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...
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[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...
[laughs]
Cruella De Vil : and her bashful Beethoven, pipe and all!
[laughs]
Cruella De Vil : Oh, Roger, you are a fool!
[laughs]
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Anita : Oh, it'll be at least three weeks. No rushing these things, you know.
Cruella De Vil : [chuckles] Anita, you're such a wit.
[calls Pongo]
Cruella De Vil : Here dog, here. Here, dog.
Pongo : [Growls at Cruella angrily]
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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.
[Driving off]
Cruella De Vil : See you in Dinsford!
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Cruella : [phone rings] Hello?
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Horace : [yanks the steering wheel off in a panic] Jasper!
Jasper : [the Baduns' van careens out of control] Horace!
[the Baduns' van collides with Cruella's half-wrecked car with a big crash as they land themselves into a snowy ravine while the moving van drives away]
Cruella De Vil : You idiots! You... you fools! *sobs* Ah, you imbeciles!
Jasper : Ah, shaddap.
[Cruella sobs in defeat]
