Lucky: I'm tired, and I'm hungry. And my tail's froze. And my nose is froze. And my ears are froze. And my toes are froze.

Lucky: Mother, Dad! Patch pushed me in the fireplace.
Patch: Lucky pushed me first.
Lucky: Did not!
Patch: Did too!
Lucky: Did not!
Patch: Did too!
Lucky: Did *not*!

Lucky: We gave 'em the slip!
[slips]
Lucky: Didn't we, Dad?

Cruella De Vil: [Trying to write a check for the puppies] Oh blast this pen!
[Shakes it]
Cruella De Vil: Blast this wretched, wretched pen! EH!
[Splatters ink over Pongo and Roger]

Cruella De Vil: Alright, keep the little beasts for all I care! Do what you want with them! Drown them! 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: Anita dahling!
Anita: Oh hello Cruella, how are you?
Cruella De Vil: Miserable dahling, as usual, perfectly wretched.

Cruella: [after having driven like a maniac, and startling Jasper and Horace, Cruella criticises their driving] And watch your driving, you imbeciles! Do you want to be nabbed by the Police?

Cruella: [over the phone] Oh, Anita, what a dreadful day. I just saw the papers. I couldn't believe it.
Anita: Yes, Cruella, it was quite a shock.
Roger: What does she want? Is she calling to confess?
Anita: Roger, please!
Roger: Oh, she's a sly one, she is!

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!