Cruella, the puppies have to be with their mother for several weeks. They're not ready to leave.
Fine. Put the little brutes on reserve for me. How much would you like?
They're not for sale.
Oh? You've come into some money, have you? Did you design some silly game that will drive the delinquent kiddies into frenzies of video delight?
As a matter of fact, I have...
No, no, what Roger means to say is that we're not sure we're going to sell the puppies.
Anita, don't be ridiculous! You can't possibly afford to keep them. [offers to buy the puppies] I'll pay you twice what they're worth. Come now. I'm being more than generous. £500! [writes out a check] £7,500! Fair? £2 per spot.
But, Cruella, what would you do with 15 puppies?
That's irrelevant, Anita. She can't have any 'cause they're not for sale!
I'm getting very tired of you, Roland!
Roger.
Whatever. [holds out a £7,500 check] Take it.
[calmly]
Cruella... the puppies are not for sale.
Yes.
[furiously]
All right. Keep the little beasts. Do what you want with them. Drown them, for all I care! You're a fool, Anita! I've no use for fools. [rips the check] You're fired! You're finished! You'll never work in fashion again! I'm through with all of you! I'll get even! Just wait! You'll be sorry, you fools! You idiots! [exits]
