Cruella de Vil! [trying to force her way into Fitzwell's fur shop] Now please let me in!
Can't do that, Ms. De Vil!
But Mr Fitzwell, please, something, anything!
You know very well that the terms of your probation [kicks her out] don't allow me to sell you any more furs.
Not even a stole, a muff, a pair of mittens?
No.
One mitten?
NO! [He then pulled down the "Closed" sign as the defeated Cruella weeped a bit while dejectedly walking to her ramsacked car, getting in.