101 Dalmatians (1996) - Quotes

Cruella: [sarcastically] Congratulations. You've just won gold, silver, and bronze in the Morons Olympics.

Horace: [last words] Who won the gold?

Cruella: [last words] SHUT UP! My business, my reputation, my life... has been ruined, because you three incompetent twits... let yourselves be outsmarted by a bunch of dumb animals! And you call yourselves men. HA! I've seen more intelligent pieces of carpet!

Jasper: Thank the Lord.

Horace: We're saved.

Cop 1: [placing Jasper and Horace in the police van] Here you go

Jasper: Much obliged,Thanks

Cop 3: Watch your heads,Very kind

Horace: Thank you.

Cop 4: [closing the door a sign says NO STANDING as Jasper and Horace sits down in the van] Nice and quiet.

Horace: This is Lovely

Jasper: [Last Words] Isn't it, nice and warm,

Horace: No animals neither,

Jasper: Stupidly, you see? That's your problem, That's what's been holding you back, if it was to you, you'd have taken hold of that wire set fire to your undershorts cooked your tongue before even thinking it was electrified

Horace: Point taken, But what are the logs for

Jasper: We stand upon the logs and hop over thereby avoiding painful electirc-shock

Horace: [seeing Jasper had a plan to jump] Brilliant,

Jasper: [as they climb on pile of logs; their legs go over the wires of the electric fence] Right. Mount the log. Extend Leg, All right, Now, when I count to three, we jump, Ready.

Horace: Yes,

Jasper: [Logs gives way sending Jasper and Horace fell on the wires of electric fence causing them to zap with screams in pain and fell onto the ground and stands up as walks off] One,

Horace: [still cold after falling through the frozen pond] Turn the heater on will you!

Jasper: No. Not with this thing acting the way she is. I don't want to risk losing power.

Horace: [turns the heat on himself, but the system shorts and a bolt of lightning strikes the heater and sets the truck on fire] I can't stand the cold no more! I want heat! Fire. TOO HOT! TOO HOT!

Cruella: [over the phone; Skinner taps one of the keys on the phone several times to communicate] Mr. Skinner, suspicions are mounting. Police are everywhere. I want the job done tonight. Can you do it? Any way you want. Poison them. Drown them. Bash them on the head! Got any chloroform? I don't care how you kill the little beasts. Just do it and do it now!

Anita: Cruella, the puppies have to be with their mother for several weeks. They're not ready to leave.

Cruella: Fine. Put the little brutes on reserve for me. How much would you like?

Roger: They're not for sale.

Cruella: Oh? You've come into some money, have you? Did you design some silly game that will drive the delinquent kiddies into frenzies of video delight?

Roger: As a matter of fact, I have...

Anita: No, no, what Roger means to say is that we're not sure we're going to sell the puppies.

Cruella: [offers to buy the puppies; writes out a check] Anita, don't be ridiculous! You can't possibly afford to keep them. I'll pay you twice what they're worth. Come now. I'm being more than generous. £500! £7,500! Fair? £2 per spot.

Anita: But, Cruella, what would you do with 15 puppies?

Roger: That's irrelevant, Anita. She can't have any cause they're not for sale!

Cruella: I'm getting very tired of you, Roland!

Roger: Roger.

Cruella: [holds out a £7,500 check] Whatever. Take it.

Cruella: [quietly] Take it.

Cruella: [loudly] Take it!

Anita: [calmly] Cruella... the puppies are not for sale.

Cruella: [resignedly] You're quite... sure?

Roger and Anita: Yes.

Cruella: [furiously; rips the check; exits] All right. Keep the little beasts. Do what you want with them. Drown them, for all I care! You're a fool, Anita! I've no use for fools. You're fired! You're finished! You'll never work in fashion again! I'm through with all of you! I'll get even! Just wait! You'll be sorry, you fools! You idiots!

Frederick: I thought we liked stripes this year.

Cruella: What kind of sycophant are you?

Frederick: Uh...what kind of sycophant would you like me to be?

Jasper: Now there are two things you must not do to the skinner. One: do not look at the horrendous scar on this neck. Two: don't talk to him, understand? Not a word.

Horace: [Skinner answers the door; surprised; Jasper rolls his eyes in annoyance] Right. OH! Look at the size of that scar! No bloody wonder you can't talk, mate!

Jasper: [closes the door and angrily punches Horace] Excuse me just a minute, would you?