Danny the Great Dane
The humans have tried everything. Now it's up to us dogs, and the twilight bark!
Pongo
Rod Taylor · 15 quotes
Cruella De Vil
Betty Lou Gerson · 13 quotes
Jasper Badun
J. Pat O'Malley · 13 quotes
Perdita
12 quotes
Anita Radcliffe
Lisa Davis · 8 quotes
Jasper
J. Pat O'Malley · 7 quotes
Horace
Frederick Worlock · 6 quotes
Sergeant Tibbs
David Frankham · 5 quotes
The Colonel
J. Pat O'Malley · 5 quotes
Anita
Lisa Davis · 4 quotes
Cadpig
4 quotes
Captain
Thurl Ravenscroft · 4 quotes
Freckles
Mary Wickes · 4 quotes
Lucky
Mimi Gibson · 4 quotes
Patch
Mickey Maga · 4 quotes
Penny
Sandra Abbott · 4 quotes
Roger
Ben Wright · 4 quotes
Rolly
Barbara Beaird · 4 quotes
Pepper
3 quotes
Most scenes together: Pongo & Perdita (12), Cruella De Vil & Jasper Badun (5), Jasper & Horace (5)
One Hundred and One Dalmatians quotes
Page 1 of 4Oh! Must be Cruella, your dearly devoted old school mate. Cruella De Vil. That's it!
Truck Driver
[after he sees Cruella driving like a maniac]
Hey, lady, what in thunder you trying to do?! Crazy woman driver...!
“Dognapping!" Can you imagine such a thing? "15 Puppies Stolen". They are darling little things. Anita and her... and her bashful Beethoven! Pipe and all! [evilly laughs] Oh, Roger, you are a fool!
[Jasper calls Cruella de Vil on the phone]
Hello? Jasper! Jasper, you idiot! How dare you call here!
But we don't want no more of this 'ere! We want our boodle! [as Horace tries to get his attention] We'll settle for half!
Not one schilling till the job's done! Do you Understand?
Jasper! [shows him the morning newspaper]
It's here in the blinkin' papers! Pictures and all!
Hang the papers! It'll be forgotten tomorrow.
I don't like it, Jasper. I don't-
Oh, no you don't, Jasper! I'll pop 'em on the head and you do the skinnin'!
[narrating]
For the first six months and so… we lived in a small house near the park. A modest little place, but just right for two couples who were just starting out.
[Pongo and Perdita are snuggling on the windowsill. Perdita sighs lovingly until Pongo wakes up to ask a question to her]
Perdita, darling, are you all right?
Oh, of course, dear. After all, dogs were having puppies long before our time. [licks Pongo on the face to reassure him, as a smile runs across his face]
[Just then, Nanny, Roger and Anita's housekeeper, enters with a platter with cupcakes, a tea pot, and tea cups on it] [narrating]
Oh, that’s Nanny, a wonderful cook and housekeeper. She’s such a kind, understanding soul. You know, at times she seems almost canine.
Roger, dear, tea time. Tea time!
[singing]
Be down in a minute. [comes out of his study, scatting and whistling to the lyrics of the song] Do you like my new song?
Melody first, my dear. And then, the lyrics, hmm?
[Roger and Anita rub noses and share a good laugh.]
By Jove, yes! So, it is. Well, she what you want.
[A few weeks later, the puppies have grown and now have their spots, names, and red and blue-colored collars with their tags, as they watch their favorite TV show with their parents: The Adventures of Thunderbolt! Thunderbolt himself is in hot pursuit of his chief enemy, Dirty Dawson, who shoots his pistol to annihilate Thunder.]
C’mon, Thunderbolt.
Jewel
C’mon, Thunderbolt.
Fidget
[Dawson keeps firing at Thunderbolt, who is catching up closer to him.]
Go get him, Thunder.
[barks to root for Thunderbolt]
After him, boy.
He’ll get that dirty ol’ horse thief.
Jewel
Old Thunderbolt’s the greatest dog in the whole world.
He’s even better than Dad.
No dog’s better than Dad.
What’s he going to do, Dad?
Shh, shh. Let’s just wait and see.
Two-Tone
[Thunderbolt climbs on a rock outcrop to look out for Dirty Dawson, to which Jewel, Dipstick and Whizzer look over the couch arm likewise. They then see Dawson slink past some rocks and behind a cliff wall]
Look at him run, the old coward.
That old dirty Dawson! The yellow-livered old skunk! I’d like to tear his gizzard out.
Why, Patch, where did you ever hear such talk? Certainly not from your mother. [angrily scowls at Pongo, who smirks back at her]
Watch out, Thunder.
Don’t worry, Penny. He’ll get that yellow-livered… Well, he’ll get him, all right.
Two-Tone
Lucky, get down. We can’t see.
Mother, make him get down.
C’mon, Lucky. Down, dear.
Missed him! Missed him by a mile!
I’m hungry, mother. I’m hungry.
Rolly, you’ve just had your dinner.
But I am, just the same. I’m so hungry I could eat… a whole elephant.
Jewel, Dipstick and Whizzer
Shh!
There he is, behind that rock.
Dipstick
[The puppies watch with curiosity as Dawson pulls the trigger and blasts Thunderbolt off screen, causing the puppies to hide from the brutality.]
Oh, dear. He shot poor Thunder.
He missed him. Ol’ Thunder’s pretending… I think. See? What did I tell you? That’s one of his tricks.
Two-Tone
Lucky, get down.
Dirty Dawson
We want to go fighting, Thunder.
[bolts away from the TV set and barks at Dawson]
[Just as he laughing, Thunderbolt wakes up and fiercely tackles him. The two enemies fight at one another as he falls off a cliff and into a river below. All the puppies bark to cheer their TV hero on.]
I’m hungry, Mother. I really am.
TV Announcer
[Before Thunderbolt stands on cliff, the announcer interrupts their program]
Don’t miss next week’s episode. Who will triumph?
Ol’ Thunder always wins!
TV Announcer
[A bust of Thunderbolt barks and appears on a dog biscuit box being held by the TV announcer]
And speaking of champions, friends, Kanine Krunchies is the champion of all dog biscuits.
Kanine Krunchies Chorus
♪Kanine Krunchies can’t be beat, They make each meal a special treat, Happy dogs are those who eat nutritious Kanine Krunchies! Kanine Krunchies all contain Selected meat and wholesome grain, Toy Chihuahua and Great Dane All love Kanine Krunchies!♪
Perdy, we better get these little nippers off to bed if we’re going for a w-a-l-k.
We want to go too, Mother.
Jewel
Can we, Mother? Can we?
Two-Tone
We never get to go.
Come along, children. Bedtime.
But we’re not a bit... [yawns] Sleepy. We want to go for a walk in the park.
Fidget
Dad, can we?
Better do as your mother says. [counts the puppies to keep track.] One, two, three, four… five, six… seven… eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…
I’m not sleepy. I’m hungry.
Fourteen... Hmm? [sees Lucky sitting back at the TV set]
Kanine Krunchies Chorus
So... Do what all the smart dogs do, And you'll feel great the whole day through, You can be a champion too, If you eat Kanine Krunchies!
TV Announcer
Now, Remember, friends. Just send five…
[As Pongo and Perdita rest their heads on the windowsill, they hear a car coming] [scared]
Oh, Pongo… it’s her. It’s that devil woman.
Roder Radcliffe
[The car, a red-colored Alvis Speed 20 SD Standard Coupe-like model with headlights and bumpers that resemble a scowling face, rockets down the street, blaring its horn, and scares a flock of pigeons while turning a sharp left. Perdita runs away to hide, but Pongo sits there, boldly. The car comes to a sharp, complete stop by their flat]
Oh, must be Cruella, your dearly devoted old schoolmate. Cruella de Vil. That’s it! ♪Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil, If she doesn't scare you, No evil thing will... To see her is to, Take a sudden... chill! Cruella, Cruella de Vil. The curl of her lips, the ice in her stare. All innocent children had better beware. She's like a spider waiting, For the kill... Look out for Cruella de Vil!♪
Oh, Roger. Ohh! Roger, she’ll hear you! Let her in, Nanny.
How are you?
[gleefully]
Miserable, darling, as usual. Perfectly wretched! Where are they? Where are they? For heaven sakes, where are they?
Who, Cruella?
The puppies! The puppies. No time for games. Where are the little brutes?
It’ll be at least three weeks. No rushing these things.
Anita, you’re such a wit. Here, dog, here. Here, dog.
[angrily growls at Cruella]
Cruella, isn’t that a new fur coat?
My only true love, darling. I live for furs. I worship furs! Is there a woman in this wretched world who doesn’t?
Oh, I’d like a nice fur, but there are many other things…
Sweet, simple Anita. I know, I know! This horrid little house is your dream castle... [walks over to the coffee table and rudely sticks her cigarette in one of the cupcakes, ruining the frosting] And poor Roger is your bold and fearless Sir Galahad! [bursts out laughing]
Oh, Cruella...
Then, of course, you have your little spotted friends. Oh, yes, I must say, such perfectly beautiful coats.
Won’t you have some tea?
I’ve got to run. Let me know when the puppies arrive. You will, won’t you, dear?
Yes, Cruella.
Don’t forget, it’s a promise. See you in three weeks. Cheerio, darling. [shuts door]
Ohh!
Roger Radcliffe
♪At first you think, Cruella is the devil. But after time has worn, Away the shock... You come to realize, You've seen her kind of eyes, Watching you from underneath, A rock! 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!♪
That witch. That devil woman. She wants our puppies. That’s all she’s after.
Don’t worry, Perdy. They’re on to her. Nothing’s going to happen to our puppies.
But, what does she want with them? She can’t possibly love them. Oh, Pongo. I was so happy at first, but now I… [tears up] Oh, I… I wish we weren’t having any. [sobs]
[At the same time, Pongo and Perdita run inside the barn, where they reunite with their puppies]
Dad! Mother!
"I missed you, Mummy."
"Here we are, Mummy."
How'd you find us, Dad?
Dipstick
[Tibbs sighs lovingly on Colonel's head]
Oh, Daddy!
And Rolly, you little rascal!
"Did you bring me anything to eat?"
Everybody here? All 15?
Twice that many, Dad. Now there's 99 of us!
[stunned]
"What? 99...?" [sees the 84 extra dalmatian puppies sitting on the hay bales] Where did they all come from?
Dalmatian Puppy 4
She's gonna make coats out of us.
She couldn't!
Horace and Jasper were gonna pop us off and... skin us!
"She's a devil, a witch! What'll we do?"
We have to get back to London somehow.
What about the others? What'll they do?
[The 84 Dalmatian puppies sit there on the hay bales, wondering about their fate, until Pongo makes his decision] [judiciously]
"Perdy, we'll take them home with us; all of them. Our pets would never turn them out."
[snorting]
Colonel, sir, lights on the road. It's a truck headin' this way. [sees the Baduns driving their truck down the road as their follow their tracks]
It's the Baduns, Horace and Jasper. They're following our tracks.
"Well, we've got 'em out numbered, Tibs. When I give the signal, we'll attack.
"Colonel, sir, I'm afraid that would be disastrous."
"Ahem! Oh, you think so?"
He's right, Colonel. We'd better run for it.
Out the back way, across the pasture.
Thank you, Sergeant, Colonel, Captain.
Bless you all.
How can we ever repay you?
Ahem! Nothing at all. All in the line of duty.
That's right, sir... routine.
Better be off. Here they come.
[The Baduns park their truck outside and begin to enter the barn]
C'mon, kids, hurry. [leads the puppies out the barn and across the pasture]
"Good luck, Pongos.
Yes, good luck, and never fear! We'll hold them off 'til the bitter end!
[neighs for Colonel's attention as he hustles on the spot]
[appears and barks at Jasper and Horace]
Now, what's this? Hey, out of my way, you barkin' haystack, or I'll knock your blinkin' block off!
[sees the Baduns and leaves, following the Dalmatian puppies behind, just as Horace and Jasper come in, armed with their flashlights and weapons, cornering Colonel by the hay]
Well, they ain't in here, Jasper.
No. They're hiding in the hay. Here, give me a match. We'll burn 'em out.
[As Horace hands his brother the match, Sgt. Tibbs grabs onto Captain's ears and prepares to use him as a cannon]
Ready, Captain. Aim... Fire one! [pulls down Captain's ear, letting him kick Jasper in the butt and into the barn roof, surprising Colonel] Fire two! [fires Captain's leg, kicking Horace in the butt and right into the barn roof where Jasper is]
Hey! There they go, the little sneaks! C'mon, Horace, back to the truck. We'll head 'em off in half a mile. [rush back outside, where Jasper rides up in the truck and lets his brother get on, drive down the country road and stop at a bridge, where they shine their flashlights on a frozen creek] Ah, they gotta be around here somewhere.
[The Dalmatians are hiding under the bridge from the two goons. Rolly, on the other hand, has little room as he squirms around between two of his siblings]
Jasper, I've been thinkin'.
Now, Horace.
[shines his flashlight on the creek, just as Rolly bursts out from the formation and near the flashlight]
Well, what if they went down the froze-up creek so's not to leave their tracks?
[meanly yanks Horace back in his car seat]
Aw, Horace, you idiot! Dogs ain't that smart. [starts up the truck and drives off into the distance]
Whizzer
We gave 'em the slip! [slips on the ice in front of Pongo] Didn't we, Dad?
They didn't even see us, Patch!
Shh, children. Children, shh.
[As the puppies continue walking, some of the other puppies form a dalmatian chain by clinging onto Perdita's tail and then each other's tail with their mouths. The next puppy tries to cling onto the other one's tail, but he or she trips over and bumps into Rolly, as they both slide on the ice] [tries catching up to them, but his feet slip on the ice]
My feet are slippery. I wish we could walk on the snow.
[picks up Lucky with his mouth]
No, son, we can't leave tracks. [follows the dalmatians behind with Lucky in his teeth. His hind legs slip on the ice, then he stands back up and resumes following them]
[By now, Colonel and Sergeant Tibbs arrive at the gates to Hell Hall. Colonel peers through the iron bars of the gates]
They say the ol' place is haunted, or bewitched, or some such fiddle-faddle.
Fiddle-faddle and rot, sir. [looks at the exterior of Hell Hall]
Just the same, Sergeant, use extreme caution. No telling what sort of hocus pocus you might run in to. Well, blast it all, Tibbs! On the double, man! On the double!
[salutes Colonel]
Yes, sir. Righto, sir. Right away, sir. [leaps off Colonel's back and scampers up a tree branch, finally reaches the windowsill, which crumbles in some parts, wipes his paw on the glass to get a good visual of the hall, sees a large, dark, gloomy foyer, complete with a tall, winding staircase, a plated armor statue with an axe in its hand, and a glowing crack through the wall, opens the window, giving off a creaking sound, then lands on the floor and makes it to the crack, checks if the coast is clear and squeezes himself inside the living room, where he comes upon a yawning dalmatian puppy without a collar] Psst! Rover! Spotty!
Hmm, what?
Sergeant Tips
Are you one of the 15 stolen puppies?
We're not stolen. We're bought and paid for. There's 99 of us all together.
Sergeant Tips
99?! [sees a vast sea of dalmatian puppies sleeping across the living room floor]
Spotty
How 'bout that bunch of little ones? They have names and collars. They're not from the pet shops.
Sergeant Tips
15 of them?
We never counted them. They're over there by the TV.
[the 15 dalmatian puppies that were stolen are watching the Silly Symphony short, "Springtime", on TV] [creeps over to the couch to count the puppies]
Then, I'd better count 'em.
Spotty
Watch out for the Baduns.
Baduns?
Those two blokes, Horace and Jasper. They're mean ones, they are.
[They're seen without their coats on, Horace helps himself to a pair of sandwiches, and Jasper guzzles down on some wine. As Tibbs climbs on a box behind the couch to count the fifteen puppies, Lucky ducks his head down as the center flower dances up close to the screen]
Ey, look, Horace! Watch me pot 'Is Lordship smack on the conk! [throws a dart that lands on a dartboard, laughs evilly] How's that for callin' 'em, eh? [laughs evilly, swats Horace in the belly, and Horace irritatedly looks at him]
Sergeant Tips
[counting]
1... 2... 3, 4, 5, 6...
Hey, Jasper! [impolitely eats with his mouth full of food] Come on now. Give us a swig, just a short one.
Now, Horace, this here hogwash ain't fit for a fancy bloke like yourself. Besides, you'd get crumbs in it, you cabbage head! [sets the wine bottle down next to Tibbs]
All right. Guzzle the whole works, and I hope it gives you collywobbles, that's what. [take his first bite and notices his toppings are gone] Hey, Jasper, did you...
[rudely ignores his brother and dumps a bunch of cigar ashes on the bread slices]
Sergeant Tips
[counting]
Let me see... 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11...
[angrily pushes Lucky down from the TV set]
Hey! Get down, you little runt, and stay down!
[angrily barks at Horace for messing with his brother]
[angrily threatens Patch]
Go on! Get out of here, or I'll... I'll black your other peeper.
Where was I? 9... 9... three more. 12 and... 1, 2, 3. That's 15! They're the ones!
[accidentally grabs Sergeant Tibbs and drinks him which causes him to screech in alarm and run off with fright, sputtering with cat germs and gets it off his tongue]
Blimey! What the... [notices Tibbs bounding away as the puppies bark in surprise] Hey, Horace, look what we got! A tabby cat!
[bounds across a grand piano, knocking down the support arm for the cover, which squashes Horace inside the piano]
Patch, Two-Tone, Lucky, Dipstick, Jewel, Fidget and Whizzer
[continue barking]
[armed with a bunch of darts in his hands, laughs evilly]
How'd you like a tabby cat stew? [violently throws the darts to kill Tibbs squirming against the wall and cruelly raises an empty wine bottle to aim at Tibbs running away from the living room] Or a cat casserole? [laughs evilly] A la MODE! [angrily throws the wine bottle at Tibbs, but misses him as Tibbs squeezes back through the crack and The wine bottle shatters in pieces]
[By now, the Twilight Bark reaches the countryside, as each farm dog passes it onto the next dog traveling on a canal barge. On a hill, Towser, an old bloodhound, receives the message barking and howling] [waddles up to him]
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.
You don't say!
Towser
15 puppies stolen.
But there's no puppies around here. Not since Nellie's last litter. And they're all grown up.
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.
You'll never reach him at this hour!
Towser
Well, I can try! I'll bark all night if I have to. Ahem! [barks loudly, reaching an old farm establishment, where a gate with a sign above reads "Lancers: H.M. Forces Ret.: Maj. General S.F. Smedley: The 9th Queen's Royal Lancers". A grey farm horse named Captain opens the stall door]
[neighing lowly]
Hmm-hmm-hmm. Hmm... sounds like old Towser. It's an alert. Sergeant! [peaks louder to wake up Sergeant Tibbs, a tabby cat sleeping on his back] Sergeant Tibbs! I SAY, SERGEANT! [neighs loudly to wake up Tibbs]
Barking signal. It's an alert. Report to the Colonel at once.
[respectfully salutes Captain]
Yes, sir. Righto, sir. Right away, sir! [hops off Captain's back and scurries along the barn rafters to find Colonel. He reaches an empty barn stall with plenty of hay scattered on the floor and looks for Colonel] Colonel? I say, Colonel! Colonel, sir? Colonel? [yelps as Colonel wakes up] Colonel?!
What? What? Who goes there?
Sergeant Tibbs reporting, sir.
Tibbs? Tibbs? Oh, yes, Sergeant Tibbs!
Colonel, sir-
Now, look here, Tibbs. What's the idea of barging in at this hour of the night?
But, Colonel...
Hold on, Sergeant. You hear that? Sounds like an alert.
Yes, Colonel.
Well, we'd better look into it. Come along, on the double!
Yes, sir. Righto, sir. [follows Colonel to the stall next to Captain's stall, just as Captain himself hears the last of the message]
It's old Towser down at Withermarsh, sir.
By Jove, yes! So it is. Well, I'll see what he wants. Ahem! [barking]
Towser
[Back on the hill a good distance away from the farm, Towser receives the response from Colonel with Lucy holding up his left ear]
It'd be the Colonel. The old boy himself! [chuckles] He wants the message.
You'd better make it loud and clear or he'll never get it.
Towser
[barks the message about the fifteen stolen puppies]
One long howl, two short. One yip and a woof.
Two yips, sir.
What's the word, Colonel?
It's from London.
It must be important.
The Colonel: Yes, I'll get the rest of it. Ahem! [barks some more]
Um, ah, that's 15, sir.
15? Of course 15! [more barking] Yes, dot, spot, spot, spotted puddings...poodles...No, no, puddles.
Puddles, sir?
15 spotted puddles stolen, oh, balderdash!
Better double-check it, Colonel.
Hmm? Oh, yes, yes, I suppose I better. [barks, then barking in the distance in response] Two woofs, one yip and a woof.
It sounds like puppies, sir.
Of course, puppies!
Colonel, Colonel, sir, I just remembered. Two nights past, I heard puppy barking at Hell Hall.
You mean the old De Vil place? Nonsense, Tibbs! No one's lived there for years.
Hold on! There's smoke coming from the chimney!
By Jove, that's strange... strange indeed. I suppose we'd better investigate. I'll send word for ol' Towser to stand by. [barking]
Towser
[receives the last message from the Colonel]
Please... stand... by.
What's he mean by that?
Towser
I don't know. Oh... maybe the ol' boy's found something!
Oh, I do hope so!
[First lines, The movie opens on the skyline of a neighborhood in London and pans down to focus on Pongo, and his human pet, Roger Radcliffe, living inside their flat]
.
[narrating]
My story begins in London, not so very long ago. And yet so much has happened since then, that it seems like an eternity. At that time, I lived with my pet in a bachelor flat just off of Regents Park. It was a beautiful spring day, a tedious time of the year for bachelors. Oh, that’s my pet, Roger Radcliffe, a musician of sorts. I’m the one with the spots. My name is Pongo. And you know... 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. [leans up on all fours and stretches while yawning. He watches Roger smoke his pipe and continue practicing, as we then see Roger's living room with discarded music notes across the chair and floor and a cello in one of the seats] 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. Oh, he’s intelligent enough, as humans go. And I think you could say, Roger is a rather handsome animal in his way. I could see no reason why my pet didn’t deserve an attractive mate. At least I was determined to do my best. Of course, dogs are a pretty poor judge of human beauty. But I had a rough idea of what to look for. [sees a shaggy saluki and her beatnik human pet walk to the park] Hmm! Unusual breed. Very unusual. Hmm! Oh, surely not. [sees a small, stout pug and her similarly dignified human pet walk the opposite direction] Well now, what have we here? Hmm. Well, a little too short coupled. Nope! [A purple-colored poodle with black-haired bangs and her sophisticated owner pass by] I say! Well, I do say! Now there’s a fancy breed. Hmm. Perhaps a little too fancy. Yes, much too fancy. [A cocker spaniel and her elderly owner ride along on their bicycle] Too old. [A little girl in yellow and her yellow labrador puppy walk down the street] Too young. It was a problem, a real problem. Well, now that’s a bit more like it! [sees their ideal wives: An identical Dalmatian with a blue collar named Perdita and her human owner, Anita] The most beautiful creature on four legs! Now, if only the girl-Well! She’s very lovely too. It was almost too good to be true. I’d never find another pair like that, not if I looked for 100 years. Ah, they’re heading for the park. A perfect meeting place if I can only arrange it. Uh-oh, but Roger never stopped work ‘til after 5:00. That would be too late. [sets the clock hands five minutes after 5:00 with his nose]