Horace: I don't like it, Jasper. One more pinch, and they'll throw the keys away.
Jasper: Oh, come off it, Horace. We're getting plenty of bootle.
Horace: Yes, but I've been thinking.
Jasper: You've been thinking? Now look here, Horace! I warned you about thinking! I've got the nog for this job, so let's get on with it.
Lucy: Towser, what's going on? What is it? What's all the gossip?
Towser: 'Taint no gossip, Lucy. It be all the way from London.
Lucy: You don't say.
Towser: Fifteen puppies stolen.
Lucy: There's no puppies around here, not since Nellie's last litter and they all are grown.
Towser: Well, then we'd best send the word along. It be up to me to reach the Colonel! He be the only one in barking range.
Lucy: You'll never reach him at this hour.
Towser: Well I can try! I'll bark all night if I have to.
Pongo: As far as I could see, the old notion that a bachelor's life was so glamorous and carefree was all nonsense. It was downright dull.
Danny: The humans have tried everything. Now it's up to us dogs, and the twilight bark.
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 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?
Roger: At first you think Cruella is a devil / But after time has worn away the shock / You come to realise / You've seen her kind of eyes / Watching you from underneath a rock.
Anita: You're no help.
Roger: This vampire bat, this inhuman beast / She ought to be locked up and never released / The world was such a wholesome place until / Cruella, Cruella De Vil.
Pongo: Everybody here? All fifteen?
Patch: Twice that many, Dad. Now there's 99 of us.
Cruella De Vil: Anita, darling.
Anita: How are you?
Cruella De Vil: Miserable, darling, as usual, perfectly wretched.
Jasper: The little twerps! Giving us the slip! And after we took so much care of them! That's gratitude for ya.
Anita: Roger, I admit she's eccentric, but she isn't a thief.
Roger: Well, she's still #1 suspect in my book.
Anita: Well, she's been investigated by Scotland Yard. What more do you want?
Roger: Oh, I don't know, darling. I don't know.
Pongo: It was plain to see that my old pet needed someone, but if it were left up to Roger, we'd be bachelors forever. He was married to his work writing songs. Songs about romance of all things. Something he knew absolutely nothing about.
Rolly: I'm not sleepy. I'm hungry.
Seargent Tibs: Yes, sir. Righto, sir. Right away, sir.
Quizmaster: Now, Mr. Fauncwater, if the panel fails to guess your unusual crime in ten questions, you will win a two-week vacation at a fashionable seaside resort, all expenses paid. That is, of course, after you've paid your debt to society.
Pongo: Perdy, I'm afraid it's all up to us.
Perdita: Oh, Pongo. Isn't there any hope?
Pongo: Well, yes. There's the twilight bark.
Perdita: The twilight bark? But dear, that's only a gossip chain.
Pongo: Darling, it's the very fastest way to send news. And if our puppies are anywhere in the city, the London dogs will know. Now we'll send the word tonight when our pets take us for a walk in the park.
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.
