Pongo Quotes

Nanny: The puppies are here! Oh, the puppies are here!
[laughs]
Roger: How many?
Nanny: Eight.
Roger: Eight?
[Pongo barks]
Roger: By George, Pongo! Eight puppies!
Nanny: Ten.
Anita: Eleven!
Nanny:

Eleven!
Roger: Eleven? Eleven puppies! Pongo boy!
Nanny: Wait a minute now. Wait a minute... Thirteen! No, no, no, fourteen. Oh, fifteen!
Roger: Fifteen?
Nanny: [chuckles to Pongo] And the mother is doing fine, love.
[Pongo walks around like he's drunk]
Roger: Fifteen

puppies? Why, Pongo boy, that's marvelous! It's fabulous! Why, you old rascal!
Nanny: [enters with a puppy under a blanket] Fourteen. Just fourteen. We lost one.
[hands it to Roger]
Nanny: Oh, the poor little thing.
[the room goes silent]
Roger: Oh, Pongo boy... it's just one of those things. And yet... and yet I

wonder...
[Roger starts rubbing the puppy for a little while, until suddenly, it starts to move]
Roger: Look, Pongo!
[the puppy is alive]
Roger: Anita! Nanny! Fifteen! We still have fifteen!
Anita: Oh, Roger, he's all right! Thank heaven.
Roger: See? He's just as good as new!

Anita: Can you imagine, Rog? Fifteen puppies!

[the Colonel and Seargent Tibs are still waiting for Pongo and Perdita]
Captain: Any news, Colonel?
Colonel: No. Not a blasted thing. They're lost or captured, or something or other. Who knows what?
Seargent Tibs: Colonel, here comes a car!
Colonel: Oh, come now, Tibs! Don't be ridiculous! They wouldn't

be driving.

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...

Anita: [as the soot covered Dalmatians barge into the Radcliffe house] Roger, what on earth?
Roger: Why, they're labradors!
Nanny: No, no! They're all covered in soot. Look, here's Lucky!
Roger: [wipes off Pongo's face] Why, Pongo Boy, is that you? Oh-ho! Pongo! Pongo! It's Pongo!

Anita: [wipes off Perdita's face] And Perdy! Oh, my darling!
Nanny: [dusts off the puppies one by one] And Patch, And Rolly, and Penny, and Freckles!
[laughs]
Nanny: They're all here, the little deadrs!
Roger: It's a miracle!
Anita: Oh Rog, what a wonderful Christmas present!