Danny:
The humans have tried everything. Now it's up to us dogs, and the twilight bark.

Rolly:
I'm hungry, Mother. I'm hungry.

Perdita:
Now Rolly, you've just had your dinner.

Rolly:
But I am, just the same. I'm so hungry I could eat a... a whole elephant.

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*!

Jasper:
I ain't gonna hurt ya.

Horace:
But I thought we was gonna pop 'em off.

Jasper:
Shh, shut up!

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?

Pongo:
My story begins in London, not so very long ago. Yet so much has happened since then, that it seems more like an eternity.

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.

Pongo:
Well, now that's a bit more like it! The most beautiful creature on four legs!

Pongo:
Perdita, darling, are you all right?

Perdita:
Oh, of course, dear. After all, dogs were having puppies long before our time.

Cruella:
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:
I'm sure we'll get along.

Cruella:
Yes, I know! I know! Roger's... Roger's songs!

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!

Patch:
That old Dirty Dawson! The yellow-livered old skunk! I'd like to tear his gizzard out.

TV Announcer:
Don't miss next week's exciting episode. Who will triumph?

Patch:
Ol' Thunder always wins!

Jasper:
There's a new act just been passed in parliament. Comes under the heading of "Defence of the Realm Act", it's article 4, section 29, it's very important, you see, it's the law, and it's for your safety, ma'am.

Nanny:
Well, I don't care what Parliament realm, or whatever it is, says. You're not coming in here, not with the mister and missus gone.

Jasper:
Now, you've been gone and done it. You've cut me to the quick, lady. Why, I wouldn't stay here if you asked me to.

Jasper:
Not even for a cup of tea.

Seargent Tibs:
Yes, sir. Righto, sir. Right away, sir!

Colonel:
They say the ol' place is haunted or bewitched or some such fiddle faddle.

Seargent Tibs:
Fiddle faddle and rot, sir.

Colonel:
Just the same, Sergeant, use extreme caution. No telling what sort of hocus pocus you might run into.

Danny:
If you lose your way, contact the barking chain. They'll be standing by!

Jasper:
I'll skin every one of them little spotted hyenas, if it's the last thing I do.

Pongo:
Everybody here? All fifteen?

Patch:
Twice that many, Dad. Now there's 99 of us!

Lucky:
We gave 'em the slip!

Lucky:
Didn't we, Dad?

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.

Pongo:
That's the stuff! The blacker the better!

Roger:
We'll buy a big place in the country. We'll have a plantation... a Dalmatian plantation!

Anita:
Oh, Roger, that's truly an inspiration.

Nanny:
It'll be a sensation!

Roger:
We'll have a Dalmatian plantation. A Dalmatian plantation, I say.

Cruella:
You idiots! You fools! You imbeciles!

Jasper:
Ahhh... shaddup!