Betty Lou Gerson credited as playing...
Cruella De Vil • Miss Birdwell
- Cruella De Vil: Anita, darling!
- Anita: How are you?
- Cruella De Vil: Miserable, darling, as usual, perfectly wretched.
- 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?
- 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]
- 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!
- 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]
- 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.
- 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?
- 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]
- 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...
- 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]
- [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]
- 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]
- 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!