101? My, where did they all come from?
Oh-ho, Pongo, you ol' rascal!
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
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Sgt. Tibbs
Um, ah, that's 15, sir.
15? Of course 15!
Puddles, sir?
15 spotted puddles stolen, oh, balderdash!
Sgt. Tibbs
Better double-check it, Colonel.
Hmm? Oh, yes, yes, I suppose I better.
(The Colonel barks, then barking in the distance in response)
Two woofs, one yip and a woof.
Sgt. Tibbs
It sounds like puppies, sir.
Of course, puppies!
[An angry Cruella catches Jasper and Horace watching television]
I've got no time to argue. I tell you it's got to be done tonight. [switches off the TV] Do you understand? Tonight!
But they ain't big enough.
You couldn't get half a dozen coats out of the whole kaboodle.
[breathes smoke at Jasper's face, and he coughs]
Then we'll settle for half a dozen! We can't wait. The police are everywhere! I want the job done tonight!
How are we gonna do it?
Any way you like: Poison them, drown them, bash them in the head. You got any chloroform?
Not a drop.
And no ether... either.
I don't care how you kill the little beasts, but DO IT! AND DO IT NOW!
Aw, please, miss. Now have pity, will ya? Can't we see the rest of the show first?
We want to see "What's My Crime?"
[Jasper starts to drink from his bottle, but Cruella snatches it and throws it into the fireplace, where the ignited alcohol causes an explosion. The frightened puppies hide behind the furniture, and Cruella slaps both Jasper and Horace in the face.]
Now listen, you idiots! I'll be back first thing in the morning. And the job better be done or I'll... I'll... I'll call the police! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!
[She slams the door behind her, causing a chunk of the ceiling to come loose and fall on Horace's head.]
I think she means it, Jasper.
Ah... we'll get on with it as soon as the show's over. [switches the TV back on]
[As Roger and Anita take Pongo and Perdita for a walk]
There they go, Horace, me lad. Out for their evening constitutional. A lovely pair of turtledoves. Around the jolly corner, and off to the park.
Yeah, but I don't like it, Jasper. One more pinch and they'll throw the keys away.
Ah, come off it, Horace. We're getting plenty of boodle!
Yes, but, uhm, I've been thinking--
[grabs him angrily]
YOU'VE BEEN THINKING?! Now, look 'ere, Horace, I warned you about thinking! I've got the knob for this job, so let's get on with it.
[Cruella sees footprints on both sides of the snow]
Well, now, what have we here? So they thought they can outwit Cruella.
[Honks her horn again as Jasper and Horace arrive and pull over next to Cruella's car]
Here's their tracks heading straight for the village.
Blimey! Oh, it's them, alright.
Work your way through the south roads. I'll take the main road. See you in Dinsford!
[Cruella, Jasper and Horace split up into two different roads to Dinsford]
[Jasper calls Cruella 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.
Jasper! [shows him the morning newspaper]
Understand?
Jasper!
It's here in the blinkin' paper, pictures and all!
Hang the papers! It'll be forgotten tomorrow.
I don't like it, Jasper. I don't--
Ah, shaddup, you idiot!
WHAT?!
Oh. Oh, no. Not you, miss. I mean Horace here!
Why, you imbecile! [slams down the phone]
[to Horace while closing in on the moving van]
See, nothing to it! I'll give 'em a bit of a nudge, AND SHOVE 'EM IN THE DITCH! [cackles]
Ah, shaddup!
Blast this pen! BLAST THIS WRETCHED, WRETCHED PEN!
I'll skin every one of them little spotted hyenas if it's the last thing I do!
Oh, Cruella...
Oh, it'll bet at least three weeks. [chuckling] No rushing these things, you know?
Oi, look, Horace! Watch me pot His Lordship smack on the conk! [throws a dart, hitting a picture of a relative of Cruella right in the nose; laughs] How's that for callin' em, eh?!
Outta my way, ya barkin' haystack, or I'll knock your blinkin' block off!
Perdy, we'll take them home with us. All of them. Our pets would never turn them out.