One Hundred and One Dalmatians1961

Nanny:
Now, who do you suppose...? [answers the door]

Jasper:
Good evening, ma'am. We're here to inspect the wiring and the switches.

Horace:
And we're from the gas company.

Jasper:
[prods Horace] Lectric, lectric.

Horace:
Oh. Electric company!

Nanny:
Oh, but we didn't call for any inspection.

Jasper:
Oh yes, I know. See, there's a new Act just passed in Parliament. Comes under the heading of the "Defence of the Realm Act": Article Four, Section 29. Very important - it's the law! And it's for your own 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 the Missus gone.

Jasper:
Oh, now. Come off it, Ducky. We got no time to palaver. We got a job to do. EXCUSE ME! [storms through the door]

Nanny:
What's the matter with you two?! You got cloth ears? I said you're not coming in here! [falls on her bottom]

Jasper:
Ho, ho, ho! She's a regular old totter, ain't she, Horace? [laughs mockingly, then heads upstairs]

Nanny:
[chasing Jasper] Don't you dare go up there, you big long-legged lummox! Now I mean it! If you don't get out of this house, I'll call the police, I will. Now be off with you, you big... you big weasel!

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. [Nanny throws a teapot at Jasper, but it misses and breaks] Not even for a cup of tea! [calling down for Horace while trapping Nanny in the attic] Oi! Horace, me lad! I've got a sneaky suspicion we're not welcome here! [we see Horace downstairs with a bag, heading for the puppies in the kitchen] Pack up, we're leaving! Sharp's the word, and quick's the action.