102 Dalmatians

Judge: Cruella De Vil... Cruella De Vil: Do call me Ella; Cruella sounds so cruel. Judge: Ms. De Vil, I am releasing you into the custody of the probation office. You will perform 500 hours of community service. Mr Torte, your client is, I believe, a very wealthy woman.

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Cruella De Vil: It’s smaller than I remember. Alonzo: I k-kept everything just as you l-left it. Cruella De Vil: Oh, come, Fluffy. [Fluffy growls] We’ll share a bath. An interminable soak scented with lavender and a drop of Sumatran… [gasps, then starts tsking] Never mind. I think I’ll enjoy doing a little dusting. Oh, Fluffy, a bath… Followed by a nap submerged in feather pillows and satin-- [she opens the door, suddenly screams, throwing Fluffy to Alonzo] Alonzo! [starts panting] Fur! It's everywhere! Lock them away! Bury them beyond sight and memory! Alonzo: Even the Mongolian pony skin trousers and the-- Cruella De Vil: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW!!!!! Cruella De Vil: And this! Cruella De Vil: Is it safe? Alonzo: Yes, it's safe.

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Cruella De Vil: Alonzo, I need you. Alonzo: I'm yours. Cruella De Vil: Furnish yourself with a torch, a large sack and rubber soled shoes. Meanwhile, I need a furrier. And I know just where to find him. [laughing evilly]

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Don't worry - I've got a perfectly good idiot to take the fall for it. [Alonso smiles] Not you, Alonzo, another idiot.

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Kevin Shepherd: Can we trust him? Chloe Simon: Now's not the time to count your change, Kevin!

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Jean-Pierre Le Pelt: [when Cruella driving in Paris] Ah! You're going the wrong way! Cruella de Vil: They're going the wrong way!

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