Pongo: Perdy?
Perdita: That witch. That devil woman. She wants our puppies. That's all she's after.
Pongo: Don't worry, Perdy. They're on to her. Nothing's going to happen to our puppies.
Perdita: But what does she want with them? She can't possibly love them. Oh, Pongo. I was so happy at first, but now I -
oh, I-I wish we weren't having any!
[the pups run past Horace and Jasper while covered in soot]
Horace: Look, Jasper. Do you suppose they disguised themselves?
Jasper: [jokingly] Say now, Horace, that's just what they did! Dogs is always paintin' 'emselves black!
[bops Horace on his head]
Jasper: You idiot!
Cruella De Vil: Anita, darling!
Anita: How are you?
Cruella De Vil: Miserable, darling, as usual, perfectly wretched.
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!
Roger: Oh, must be Cruella, your dearly devoted old schoolmate. Cruella De Vil. That's it!
[sings]
Roger: Cruella De Vil / Cruella De Vil / If she doesn't scare you, no evil thing will.
Anita: Oh, Roger!
Roger: To see her is to take a sudden chill / Cruella, Cruella / She's like a spider waiting for the
kill.
Anita: Roger, she'll hear you.
Roger: Look out for Cruella De Vil.
[Pongo sees Perdita for the very first time]
Pongo: Well, now that's a bit more like it! The most beautiful creature on four legs! Oh, now, if only the girl.
[looks at Anita]
Pongo: Well! She's very lovely too. It was almost too good to be true. I'd never find another pair like that, not if I looked for a hundred years.